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“I have loved you,” he was saying, “ever since you sat on that gate and talked. Earles watched her anxiously. Brewis had told him the Valade family had been victim to wholesale murder, and a twinge of compassion had wrung even his deliberately hardened heart. 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 I can't account for it!" "At all events, you shall answer for it," thundered Wild, with a bitter imprecation. " "For you!" exclaimed Jonathan; "don't flatter yourself that I'm thinking of you. "Here's a cross-bite. "If we take him, I don't mind giving you a share—say a fourth—provided you lend a helping hand.
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