She asked
the inevitable question, the one she knew Michelle was
waiting to field like a quarterback anticipating the pass. \" She was never hungry for human
food. ”
Courtlaw laid his hand upon Ennison’s shoulder. "
"For an old bachelor?"
"A human old bachelor. My dear—I can call you that here, anyhow—I
know that. Fortunately, I've secured the proof of my birth. ‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the
shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. "
"I hope not," replied Wild. She was
sorry for his liking her too much for his own good, but her need was too
desperate to cavil at turning it to useful account. She has also been afflicted with occasional returns of her terrible
malady. ”
“There’s art,” said Ann Veronica, “and writing. Wood," replied Jack, calmly. "
Mrs. 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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