when I held you in my embrace. What is to be done!"
"Well," said Miyuki, "it is fortunate that my parents and all the others on board are fast asleep. I will return with all stealth to our ship and write a letter there. Soon I will be back, so wait for me only a little while."
As she said this she leaped back into the other vessel, but alas! wakened by the sound of her footsteps, the crew of Asojirō's ship aroused themselves, stirred up, and shouted: "Aha! a wind at last! Up anchor! Let out the sail!"
Miyuki heard these shouts with frantic grief, but as she writhed in sorrow and despair, the ship that carried Asojirō drew farther and farther off. Scarce knowing what she did, she threw into the receding vessel the fan whereon the morning-glories were painted, and thus again these passionate lovers were separated by Fate.
