The thousand injuries of Shinku I had borne as I best could, but when she ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitively settled â but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given Shinku cause to doubt my good will. I continued, as was my wont, to smile in her face, and she did not perceive that my smile now was at the thought of her immolation.
He had a weak point â this Shinku â although in other regards she was a doll to be respected and even feared. She prided herself upon her connoisseurship in Yakult. Few Maidens have the true virtuoso spirit. For the most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the time and opportunity, to practice imposture upon the British and Austrian millionaires. In painting and gemmary, Shinku, like her countrymen, was a quack, but in the matter of Yakult she was sincere. In this respect I did not differ from her materially; â I was skilful in the Japanese vintages myself, and bought largely whenever I could.
It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my sister. She accosted me with excessive warmth, for she had been drinking much. The doll wore motley. She had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress, and her head was surmounted by the conical cap and bells. I was so pleased to see her that I thought I should never have done wringing her hand.
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