”
“She has changed a good deal,” Anna admitted. ” She took a step. She took the tray with both hands, gulped, and gave way to tears. She pulled away
from him, placing her fingers on his lips for a moment. I’ve never had these
crying fits before. It was the
same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was
definite, palpable, like a perfume. ’
‘Well, don’t blame me if you get your head blown off. I received a telegram, as you know,
during dinner. Nothing else matters. 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. ‘Aye, miss, like a shadow. “Hola, Michelle. I presume
that I may not kiss you in the street?”
“Certainly not, sir,” she replied, laughing.
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