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. Was he, too, on the
way to the beach? What a pity! All alone, and none to warn him of the abject
wretchedness at the end of Drink. The Oriental accepts
my medicines kowtowing, and when my back is turned, chucks the stuff out of
the window and burns joss-sticks. Her girl Clarice was next, dying within a single day,
blood leaking from her pretty brown eyes like an image of
the Blessed Virgin.
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