If you knew anything about Canton ware, you were, as
like as not, sorely tempted to stuff a teacup into your pocket. The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the
straw. 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. But for perfect
satisfaction, he must take a peek into the bedroom. The world had not passed by but had
gone around it in a tremendous half-circle. I too
can see it. ”
She suddenly caught hold of his shoulders and drew him down towards her.
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