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Updated: August 28, 2024


"Ladies are allowed to go and look? It does not matter? It is not improper?" "Oh, no," said Yaé Smith, "my brothers have taken me. Would you like to go?" "Yes, I would," said Asako, glancing at her husband, who, however, showed no signs of approval. Ama no hara Fumi-todorokashi Naru-kami mo Omou-naka wo ba Sakuru mono ka wa?

"Big captain, may I?" she pleaded. "What?" said Geoffrey, still half asleep. "Just lie by your side just once, just for the last time," she cooed. Geoffrey was for going to sleep again, well pleased with his dream. But Yaé slipped an arm across his chest, and caught his shoulder in her hand. She nestled closer to him. "Geoffrey," she murmured, "I love you so much.

At the end he had to get down and wade bare-legged, towing the boat after him until at last Yaé announced that the centreboard had been lowered and that the boat was answering to the helm. Geoffrey clambered in dripping. He shook himself like a big dog after a swim. "Reggie could never have done that," said Yaé, with fervent admiration. "He would be afraid of catching cold."

"Ah!" sighed Asako, "what lovely kimonos! Where do they get them from?" "I don't know," said Yaé, "some of them are quite old. They come out fresh year after year for a different girl."

The moonlight fell on the calm smile and on the hands palm upwards in the lap, with finger-tips and thumb-tips touching in the attitude of meditation. That ineffably peaceful, smiling face seemed to look down from the very height of heaven upon Geoffrey Barrington and Yaé Smith. The presence of the God filled the valley, patient and powerful, the Creator of the Universe and the Maintainer of Life.

To please her daughter she opened up her house for hospitality with unseemly promptitude after her husband's death. The Smiths gave frequent dances, well-attended by young people of the Tokyo foreign community. At the first of these series, Yaé listened to the passionate pleadings of a young man called Hoskin, a clerk in an English firm. On the second opportunity she became engaged to him.

"That is the place," said Yaé, "let us get out of this crowd." They found refuge among more dirty tablecloths, Europeanised mousmés, and gaping guests. When Yaé spoke to the girls in Japanese, there was much bowing and hissing of the breath; and they were invited upstairs on to the first floor where was another beer-hall, slightly more exclusive-looking than the downstair Gambrinus.

Yaé, with her distorted little soul, was thinking that it must be worth the years of slavery and the humiliation of disease to have that one day of complete triumph, to be the representative of Beauty upon earth, to feel the admiration and the desire of that vast concourse of men rising round one's body like a warm flood.

After lunch he changed into a kimono of Reggie's. Then he lay down on his bed and was soon fast asleep. How long he slept he could not say; but he awoke slowly out of confusing dreams. Somebody was in his room. Somebody was near his bed. Was it Asako? Was it a dream? No, it was his comrade of the morning's voyage. It was Yaé Smith. She was sitting on the bed beside him.

At the head of the latter stood Hideyoshi's wife, Yae, a lady gifted with large discernment, who had shared all the vicissitudes of her husband's fortunes, and acted as his shrewd and loyal adviser on many occasions. With her were Kato Kiyomasa and other generals and nobles of distinction.

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