the midst of noise, the fragrance of some burning incense, soothed and calmed her. It was as if all the sorrow and despair that had overwhelmed her when her father had told her to prepare for her wedding with Moy Ding Fong had passed away. After a few moments she stepped back softly towards the door. But she was too late. Fou Wang turned and beheld her.
She fluttered like a bird until she saw that, surprised by her presence, he had forgotten death and thought only of life—of life and love. A glad, eager light shone in his eyes. He made a swift step towards her. Then—he covered his face with his hands.
"Fou Wang!" cried O’Yam, love at last overcoming superstition, "must I become the wife of Moy Ding Fong?"
"No, ah no!" he moaned.
"Then," said the girl in desperation, "take me to yourself."
Fou Wang’s hands fell to his side. For a moment he looked into that pleading face—and wavered. A little bird flew in through an open window, and perching itself upon an altar, began twittering.
Fou Wang started back, the expression on his face changing. "A warning from the dead,” he muttered, “a warning from the dead"
An iron hand gripped O’Yam’s heart. Life itself seemed to have closed upon her. After a few moments she stepped back softly towards the door. But she was too late. Fou Wang turned and beheld her.
She fluttered like a bird until she saw that, surprised by her presence, he had forgotten death and thought only of life—of life and love. A glad, eager light shone in his eyes. He made a swift step towards her. Then—he covered his face with his hands.
"Fou Wang!” cried O’Yam, love at last overcoming superstition, "must I become the wife of Moy Ding Fong?"
"No, ah no!” he moaned.
"Then, " said the girl in desperation, "take me to yourself."
Fou Wang’s hands fell to his side. For a moment he looked into that pleading face—and wavered.
A little bird flew in through an open window, and perching itself upon an altar, began twittering.
Fou Wang started back, the expression on his face changing.
