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The guard officer talked on. "There was another one besides jealous woman. I was seeing her at about the same time. She was more amiable than the one I have just described to you. Everything about her told of refinement. Her poems, her handwriting when she dashed off a letter, the koto (long Japanese zither) she plucked a note on-- everything seemed right. She was clever with her hands and clever with words.
And I learned that I was not her only secret visitor.
One bright moonlit autumn night I chanced to leave court with a friend. He got in the same carriage and got off in the front of the woman's house.
The chrysanthemums were at their best and the red leaves were beautiful in the autumn wind. He took out a flute and played a tune on it. Blending nicely with the flute, there came the mellow tones of a Japanese koto." After that he stopped seeing her.
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