Then I think I remarked that science was disgracefully under-endowed, and confessed I’d had to take to more profitable courses. ” “Where is your husband?” Anna asked. The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. It slid off flimsily. 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. “You did not wish to see him particularly this evening, then?” Anna hesitated. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes.
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