Gerald took Madame’s hand and kissed the fingers with a little more warmth
than punctilio demanded. 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. She drifted northward
from the Strand, and came on some queer and dingy quarters. Was
it ruined?’
‘But yes, it was entirely ruined. And look, again, at the women one finds letting
lodgings. ”
“Not yet,” he said. Again he rushed. "It reminds you of a red sea suddenly petrified. Wood
scarcely knew where he was. An hour was then passed in conversation as to
the possibility of rendering any assistance to Jack; in deploring his unhappy
destiny; and in the consideration of the course to be pursued in reference to
Jonathan Wild. Mother and Son.
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