“Who is the tenant of these rooms?” he inquired. “Sooner or later, John, it will come to that. "He who stands on the verge of the
grave, as I do, should never be unprepared. "What have you got there in your
breast—a stone? Is there blood or water in your veins?"
The dam broke, but not with violence. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his
approach, "so you may spare your breath. . 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. O'Higgins returned to town
and made a night of it, nothing very wild, nothing very desperate. I enjoyed depicting the
dichotomy of the peace and safety of the suburbs
while also showing its dark side in the form of high
school villain Katy Pfister, who, by the way, never
gets her comeuppance like some of the other
characters do. A fortnight passed, then a month.
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