“I have come for an explanation,” she said. take it slow. “Do not be frightened, dear,” she said. Each morning his inquiry was properly answered: the
patient was steadily improving, but none could say when he would be strong
enough to proceed upon his journey. 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. “Your arrival is really most opportune. He had let go his name so easily as that! What was the name she had
given? Ruth something; he could not remember. One of the reasons why I
decline to talk is this: that boy's punishment will be enough.
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