“I do not know you,” she said coldly. “There was a keg, hash, LSD, pot, you know, the
usual. "
"How long have I been in bed?"
"A week. Don’t
touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. And then she could see nothing at all for his lips founds hers. Sheppard. 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.
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