“Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. “I’m sorry. I believe that I have heard my sister speak of you. “To the best of my belief,” she said, with quiet dignity, “I have never seen either of you before in my life. ’ Kimble chewed his lip, but his hostility was visibly lessening. ’ ‘Ah, the matter begins to come clear,’ Gerald said. And don’t talk until we’re well out of earshot. 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.
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