“Lady Wistaria!” he gasped.
“I am Wistaria,” she said.
Slowly, with the movement of one dazed, Mori moved towards her. Her exquisite hands she held out to him. He seized them with his own. For a moment he held them in a close, spasmodic clasp, then suddenly he sank to the floor, burying his face in the folds of her kimono.
But the Lady Wistaria was upon her knees beside him, her hands upon his head.
- Transcriber’s Note:
- Missing or obscured punctuation was silently corrected.
- Typographical errors were silently corrected.
- Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation were made consistent only when a predominant form was found in this book.