”
“Served the beast right,” Ennison declared. He caressed
her tenderly, with no trace of the Sebastian who had
previously knocked her off her feet with a slap across the
mouth. " He smiled at her as he smiled at death, cheerfully. He thought of his wealth for
once from a different point of view. I would like to have to tell it so. 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. It is not at all comme il faut. Wood, in
his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. "
"Well, imagination beats me!"
"It's something Ruth saw.
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