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Updated: June 11, 2025
"You've always been delicate and unable to stand the cold," interposed "aunt" Hsueeh, "and is it not a kind attention on their part to have thought of you?" "You don't know, aunt, how it really stands," responded Tai-yue smilingly; "fortunately enough, it was sent to me here at your quarters; for had it been in any one else's house, wouldn't it have been a slight upon them?
While wrapt in these thoughts, he felt much annoyance at not being able to recognise who she was. But on further minute inspection, he noticed that this maiden, with contracted eyebrows, as beautiful as the hills in spring, frowning eyes as clear as the streams in autumn, a face, with transparent skin, and a slim waist, was elegant and beautiful and almost the very image of Lin Tai-yue.
When Tai-yue came to read them, she found their text to be: The night grows cool, what time Selene reacheth the mid-heavens. Her radiance pure shineth around with such a spotless sheen. Bards oft for inspiration raise on her their thoughts and eyes. The rustic daren't see her, so fears he to enhance his grief. Jade mirrors are suspended near the tower of malachite.
"It's only a few minutes," Madame Wang said, "since our venerable senior called that one to task, and now here he comes and refers to names and surnames!" "Your cousin Pao," ventured Lin Tai-yue, "has something good, which he has been waiting to give you." "What good thing is it?" asked Hsiang-yuen. "Do you believe what she says?" observed Pao-yue laughingly.
Tai-yue, upon catching this insinuation, made no reply of any kind; but slightly raising her head she hummed something to herself for a while, and then taking up a pen she completed a whole stanza with a few dashes. The company then read her lines. They consisted of E'en after death, their armour and their lengthy spears are never cast away.
Wang Hsi-feng lends her help in the management of the Jung Kuo Mansion. Lady Feng, it must be added, in prosecuting our narrative, was ever since Chia Lien's departure to accompany Tai-yue to Yang Chou, really very dejected at heart; and every day, when evening came, she would, after simply indulging in a chat and a laugh with P'ing Erh, turn in, in a heedless frame of mind, for the night.
"Well, in that case," she said, "why did you not let a servant-girl open the door when I came over?" This question took Pao-yue by surprise. "What prompts you to say this?" he exclaimed. "If I have done anything of the kind, may I die at once." "Psha!" cried Tai-yue, "it's not right that you-should recklessly broach the subject of living or dying at this early morn!
"I haven't as yet," replied Tai-yue, "read any books, as I have only been to school for a year; all I know are simply a few characters." "What is your worthy name, cousin?" Pao-yue went on to ask; whereupon Tai-yue speedily told him her name. "Your style?" inquired Pao-yue; to which question Tai-yue replied, "I have no style."
"Just see how much thinner you are this year than you were last; and don't you yet look after your health? You deliberately worry yourself every day of your life. And when you've had a good cry, you feel at last that you've acquitted yourself of the duties of the day." "Of late," Tai-yue observed, drying her tears, "I feel sore at heart.
But goody Liu caught sight of the pencils and inkslabs, lying on the table placed next to the window, and espied the bookcase piled up to the utmost with books. "This must surely," the old dame ejaculated, "be some young gentleman's study!" "This is the room of this granddaughter-in-law of mine," dowager lady Chia explained, smilingly pointing to Tai-yue.
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