I have no clue as to the state of her soul, but humanly speaking, she was a real pip.
Bënda grew up a considerable beauty, with long golden hair and sapphire blue eyes. She joined her father in Malaya in 1921, when his younger daughters went home, and found him fiercely protective of her: he drove off all potential suitors and placed her under the tutelage of Mrs Jean Cavendish, head of the Girl Guides and the wife of a senior Malayan civil servant. Accordingly, Bënda lived in what she called “a state of suspended sophistication.”
He never did come around to he idea of her marrying, but she had as much firm will as he did. Then of course, she found another just as bull-headed. A good read, and we pray she rests in peace.