”
She stopped. Don’t say the wretch was also following Valade. She began to think persistently of Capes, and it seemed to her now that for
some weeks at least she must have been thinking persistently of him unawares. Makes you
real. After
all, she found herself reflecting, behind her aunt’s complacent visage there was a
past as lurid as any one’s—not, of course, her aunt’s own personal past, which
was apparently just that curate and almost incredibly jejune, but an ancestral past
with all sorts of scandalous things in it: fire and slaughterings, exogamy,
marriage by capture, corroborees, cannibalism! Ancestresses with perhaps dim
anticipatory likenesses to her aunt, their hair less neatly done, no doubt, their
manners and gestures as yet undisciplined, but still ancestresses in the direct line,
must have danced through a brief and stirring life in the woady buff. \"
\"I'm sorry I didn't call. When the paroxysm passed,
he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support.
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