“No!” he said aloud at last. What was it she had
expected? Surely her moods were getting a little out of hand. "What a very remarkable thing it is," he observed, applying to his snuff-box,
"that Thames Darrell, whom we all supposed dead,"—Kneebone in his heart
sincerely wished he had been so,—"should turn out to be alive after all. When she awoke she felt as if she were adrift on a soft
cloud through a golden sky. He had been gone entirely one day, for yesterday afternoon he had
departed from Remenham House, and she had waited with patience like a saint,
and now it was again the afternoon. And then: “Of course!
Always. 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. All the rest is humbug and
delicacy. This was done, and Austin returned with a crest-fallen look to the table. He ignored her protests in order to pursue some impressive line of his own. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to
Ruth, my dreams. It would not have interested him in the least to learn that the tub ran on
two powers—wind and oil. You could return to civilization and have a good time all the rest of your days.
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