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The American Diary of a Japanese Girl

The American Diary of a Japanese Girl

Noguchi, Yon

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General World History

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ISBN10: 1150711167
ISBN13: 9781150711169
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 44
Weight: 0.21
Height: 0.09 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1902. Excerpt: ... Gambling game ! she protested. I delight in gambling, Mrs. Consul, I proclaimed. I had a wicked dream. What do you imagine? I ran away with a circus rider. 10th--I made the acquaintance of a Japanese woman. She must have been passing her thirty springs. I could be accurate in my scale, being one of her sisterhood. A cigar-stand keeper in Dupont Street. Her name is O Fuji San. Mrs. Wistaria brought a box of cigarettes that my uncle had ordered. The morning is unoccupied in such a retail shop. Nobody puffs much before lunch. She set herself in a tete-a-tete. The chastity of a wife may be measured by her solo on her husband. Woman's greatest joy often lies in lamenting the faults of her teishu. Mrs. Wistaria spoke of her husband's being ill. I was to accept any chance for squandering my feelings. I sympathised, repeating, Komaru nei! How sad! She said that she was going to leave the city for a week for the spring of San Jose, to take care of her infirm dear. I fear I may lose my customers, she flagged. Her husband was afflicted with rheumatism. I promised to call at her store. Japs never visit an invalid without a present. Champagne? It's too ostentatious a drink. It's like a highly rouged woman. The loving-eyed claret should be chosen. I sent half a dozen bottles to Mrs. Wistaria's. A charity woman should be dressed in black and white. I went to Dupont street, however, in my grey dress. Her husband struggled to entertain me. His clumsy smile appeared all the time at the wrong cue. Poor Mr. What's-his-name! Their business was an absurdly small affair. The whole stock hardly valued above one hundred dollars. I thought I could conduct it rightly. I was carried away by a sudden fancy. Can't you leave your store in my hands, while you are away? Say yes! No? I pressed myself upon ...

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