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RV 229 (LI PO)

Yang Kuei-fei stopped singing. Impulsively she threw her arms about him and buried her head against his breast.

"Nothing must part us," she cried vehemently, "nothing."

"Nor will it," he assured her. As he spoke he lifted her slim body in his arms and carried her in to their apartment.

She sighed contentedly as he set her down on a chair near the scarlet bed.

Far off in the mountains, Wang Wei's mother was dead, fallen to earth like a withered leaf in the forest. For weeks her coffin had stood in a corner of her room, waiting to receive her body.

Beside the bed, Wang Chin sat like a stoic. Although his heart wept, he showed no emotion. RV 229 (229)