Dreadful! exclaimed Pao-yue, aloud, unable to repress himself, and, stamping one of his feet, he walked into the door to the terror of both of them, who parting company, shivered with fear, like clothes that are being shaken. Ming Yen perceiving that it was Pao-yue promptly fell on his knees and piteously implored for pardon.
What! in broad daylight! what do you mean by it? Were your master Mr. Chen to hear of it, would you die or live? asked Pao-yue, as he simultaneously cast a glance at the servant-girl, who although not a beauty was anyhow so spick and span, and possessed besides a few charms sufficient to touch the heart. From shame, her face was red and her ears purple, while she lowered her head and uttered not a syllable.
Pao-yue stamped his foot. What! he shouted, dont you yet bundle yourself away!
This simple remark suggested the idea to the girls mind who ran off, as if she had wings to fly with; but as Pao-yue went also so far as to go in pursuit of her, calling out: Dont be afraid, Im not one to tell anyone, Ming Yen was so exasperated that he cried, as he went after them, My worthy ancestor, this is distinctly telling people about it.
How old is that servant girl? Pao-yue having asked; Shes, I expect, no more than sixteen or seventeen, Ming Yen rejoined.
Well, if you havent gone so far as to even ascertain her age, Pao-yue observed, youre sure to know still less about other things; and it makes it plain enough that her acquaintance with you is all vain and futile! What a pity! what a pity!
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