If I do ruin my health, Tai-yue rejoined, and I die, its my own lookout! whats that to do with you?
Whats the good, protested Pao-yue, of talking in this happy first moon of dying and of living?
I _will_ say die, insisted Tai-yue, die now, at this very moment! but youre afraid of death; and you may live a long life of a hundred years, but what good will that be!
If all we do is to go on nagging in this way, Pao-yue remarked smiling, will I any more be afraid to die? on the contrary, it would be better to die, and be free!
Quite so! continued Tai-yue with alacrity, if we go on nagging in this way, it would be better for me to die, and that you should be free of me!
I speak of my own self dying, Pao-yue added, so dont misunderstand my words and accuse people wrongly.
While he was as yet speaking, Pao-chai entered the room: Cousin Shih is waiting for you; she said; and with these words, she hastily pushed Pao-yue on, and they walked away.
Tai-yue, meanwhile, became more and more a prey to resentment; and disconsolate as she felt, she shed tears in front of the window. But not time enough had transpired to allow two cups of tea to be drunk, before Pao-yue came back again. At the sight of him, Tai-yue sobbed still more fervently and incessantly, and Pao-yue realising the state she was in, and knowing well enough how arduous a task it would be to bring her round, began to join together a hundred, yea a thousand kinds of soft phrases and tender words to console her. But at an unforeseen moment, and before he could himself open his mouth, he heard Tai-yue anticipate him.
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