If the young ladies were
dowerless, which seemed likely, their attire at least—so Lucilla assured him in a
whisper—was of the first stare. “What he had was altogether
insufficient. "Don't disturb yourself," said his follower, motioning him to keep still; "it's all
right. 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. “Now she’s all hat and ideas,” he said, with an air of humor. She distinctly shivered
as he forced her to look at him.
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