MY JAPANESE WIFE.
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grace and piquante face, I with my wealth, as you esteem it, and family name.
Her hands are so full of flowers that she has to push aside the panel with one knee ere she can enter.
She comes across to my table and places the blossoms in the empty bowl of bronze.
By a stroke of genius in coquetry the flowers are hyacinths!
When she has finished their arrangement, she says smilingly, her lips parted, and twin rows of white pearls showing between them:
“They are me. You never forget me when you see them!”
“No! Mousmé, I never shall.”
