Stories by English Authors: The Orient (Selected by Scribners) by Unknown
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"So long as my elder brother will undertake for me, I will promise anything," said the delighted Wei. "I already feel as though I were nine-tenths of the way to the abode of the phenix. Take this box of precious ointment to your sister as an earnest of my intentions, and I will keep the arrow as a token from her until she demands its return. I feel inclined to express myself in verse. May I?" "By all means," said Jasmine, laughing. Thus encouraged, Wei improvised as follows: "'T was sung of old that Lofu had no mate, Though Che was willing; for no word was said. At last an arrow like a herald came, And now an honoured brother lends his aid." "Excellent," said Jasmine, laughing. "With such a poetic gift as you possess, you certainly deserve a better fate than befell Lofu." From this day the idea of marrying Jasmine's sister possessed the soul of Wei. But not a word did he say to Tu on the matter, for he was conscious that, as Tu was the first to pick up the arrow through which he had become acquainted with the existence of Jasmine's sister, his friend might possibly lay a claim to her hand. To Jasmine also the subject was a most absorbing one. She felt that she was becoming most unpleasantly involved in a risky matter, and that, if the time should ever come when she should have to make an explanation, she might in honour be compelled to marry Wei--a prospect which filled her with dismay. The turn events had taken had made her analyse her feelings more |
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