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. ‘You do not dare look in my clothes. Kneebone on her way to the door,
"how could you bring such creatures with you, especially on an occasion like
this, when we haven't met for a fortnight!"
"Couldn't help it, my life," returned the gentleman addressed, in the same tone;
"but you little know who those individuals are. She entered the
front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the
old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth.
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