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Her eyes narrowed. “And what is it all about, Veronica?” he asked, with a
deliberate note of irony, looking at her a little quizzically over his glasses. They chatted pleasantly as he drove around the
neighborhood for a half an hour, then stopped by the
Diedermayer house. "
Winifred's eyes filled with tears. "
"Hear me, Madam, I beseech you," interposed Mrs. But the relief
from the strain of her immediate necessities was immense. 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. No, don’t let me call myself that. Ann Veronica listened thoughtfully,
with her eyes on the turf, and now and then she asked a question or looked up to
discuss a point. ”
She glanced at him, and it was suddenly apparent for one instant of
illumination that this ring upon her finger was the crowning blunder of her life. She sings better perhaps. Hang the
wench! Roding was right.
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