He took them from her arms. They were all crushed now, and it distressed her. No Japanese can bear to see a flower abused. She fingered some of the petals sadly; then she sighed, looking up at him with tears in her eyes.
Thas mos beautiful thing in all the whole worl, she said, indicating the flowers—so pure, so kind, so sweet.
I know something more beautiful and sweet, and—and pure.
Ah, whad? she said, her face shining, the pupils of the blue eyes so large as to make them look almost black.
My wife! he breathed.
