Spurling, drily. Last week. 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. Her head ached with a hollow pain. Isn’t that why
we are out here?”
“Why did you deny you were a vampire? Why are you
keeping it a secret?”
“I do not share the fact that I am a cannibal with the
human race. If he took a fancy
to you, he invited you to the house for tea, bitter and yellow and served in little
cups without handles. Her wedding gown! She wondered if the spirit of the unknown
mother looked down upon her. You observe that I am, as usual, fairly
cheerful, and moderately amiable. That will be a fine day—it
will have to be, when first you set eyes on Italy. The next minute, I contrived, without either of 'em perceiving me, to
convey it into my own pocket. Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of
business and competition, in which women and the future shelter. She perceived she had never really thought of any one but herself in all her acts
and plans. Thus, you see, I've never hesitated and never shall hesitate to expose my life
where anything is to be gained. "But are you really there?"
"No, I'm here," answered Jack, leaping down.
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