. Il giallo angel. vita. Lei non ha potuto lasciare il mondo di 234 l'angelo giallo luce! In serata il cielo youngmoon e una stella brillò vagamente. Profumo di gigli ofChinese e rango odore di vacanza cook-ing alimentato le narici. Ma lei non ha avuto alcuna parte nella stagione felice. Nuovamente il costume luminoso della Luna Dee ar-riposato il suo sguardo e ^pianse perché il girldid di non ritorno. I diavoli mano era urgente! Sensuousattractions del vecchio quartiere erano di fading e nuovamente la nebbia era formando prima hereyes. La donna morente, nato a male andpitiful destino il destino ha cominciato a vedere attraverso la sua anima lingeringheathen.

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. The yellow angel. life. She could not leave the world of 234 THE YELLOW ANGEL light! In the early evening sky the youngmoon and a star shone dimly. Fragrance ofChinese lilies and rank odor of holiday cook-ing fed her nostrils. But she had no part inthe happy season. Again the bright costume of Moon Dee ar-rested her gaze and ^he wept because the girldid not return. The devils hand was pressing! Sensuousattractions of the old quarter were fading—and again the mist was forming before hereyes. The dying woman, born to evil destiny andpitiful fate, began to see through her lingeringheathen soul. In far China she seemed to beonce more a little girl in the village built oneither side of a canal. Her father, of lowestcaste—a water rat—^was with her in a boatthat pushed slowly away to meet the river;Now she was drifting—drifting— But suddenly San Lu heard voices close athand. At last the strong arms of the Jesus-woman were gently lifting her, and shebreathed again. It was good to be close to afriend.. THE BLACK LILY 235 Though your sins be as scarlet, they shallbecome whiter than snow: though they be redlike crimson, they shall be as wool, the girlrepeated. Her voice was solemn, tender.The little slave. Moon Dee, stood aloof, silentand frightened. Again the ugly blue bonnet bent above SanLu. The Jesus-woman began once more.Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be-come whiter than snow: though they— SanLus eyes opened wide and wistful. She sum-moned all her strength while a smile touchedthe parching lips. Personal salvation nolonger troubled the wilting Black Lily, andwith heavy, paling hand, she pointed to theslave girl, Moon Dee. * I—give—^you—^her, she faltered. Make—^her—^white. THE END

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• bookcentury1900
• bookdecade1910
• bookidcu3192
• booksubjectchinese