”
“The posters at least,” Anna answered quietly, “I have some claim to. Jackson, I could almost fancy we had met before. 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. ”
And to them were presently added a roguish-looking young man, with reddish
hair, an orange tie, and a fluffy tweed suit, and others who, in Ann Veronica’s
memory, in spite of her efforts to recall details, remained obstinately just
“others. Have
you not tired of sadness and pain?”
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She thought she could hear tears in his voice but
would not look at him. You’ll need that. “Besides, it is not so.
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