The
gentleman appealed to shook his head in reply, coughed as only a Dutchman can
cough, and raising his hand from the bowl of his pipe, went through precisely the
same mysterious ceremonial as the Master. Stanley, whose family had been by any reckoning
inconsiderable—to use the kindliest term. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I
am saying. . 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. The lace was family lace, easily recognizable.
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