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Many a black veil hid a high-born dame, and the religious habit was no protection. The more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own efforts, by some future experience. I dare not reflect upon the effect that her son's fate,—if the efforts to save him are ineffectual,—may have upon her enfeebled frame, and still worse upon her mind. I made a wrong choice, it seems—but my voice remains. Wood's cries: but, regardless of this, he darted along a passage, gained the shop, and passed through an open door into the street. It was at breakfast on this day that he told Ruth he had sent to Batavia for some dresses. But it is not entirely without hope, for perhaps they may find some succour with Charvill. 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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