” “Don’t worry yourself. John turned toward the short staircase as she alit upon the first creaky step. "Insult you! not I;" returned Figg. There is no hidden beast in you, Hoddy. 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. But to confess about Gerald— no, a thousand times. She saw marks in the dirt where he had been pacing.
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