"
"You shall finish the bottle when the job's done," replied Jonathan. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch
cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton
candy parachute. . "
"What else did you do when alone?"
"I read the encyclopaedia. "
"Oh, no!" Ruth protested. 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. "
"Hold your tongue, hussy!" cried her husband gruffly. The other must call a coach as quickly as he can.
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