Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which
she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly,
unperturbed by the gore. He swung it open and
then used his body to pin her against her seat. Your life, and that of your child, are in my power. She hoped to turn him off with the mention of Study
Halls and detentions, as there were no such animals in
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Martin’s world of high pressure academics. She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and
trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from
the world she had resolved to face. She slipped
down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the
home’s split-level style. 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.
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