Sên Ya Tin walked behind a costly empty coffin, weeping, wailing, moaning, tearing her white disheveled hair, and she staggered as she walked.
And all his kindred followed her, and all their priests, servants and peasantry.
On his tomb, when the stone was sealed down above the empty coffin, they spread a princely feast: chicken, soy, lychees, melon, curd, and yellow wine in costly tiny cups—food for the spirit of lord Sên King-lo.
But in her heart Sên Ya Tin did not grieve. For she thought that it was better so.
The berries are red upon the holly. There is snow upon the graves. It is quiet in the churchyard.
Mis-spelled words and printer errors have been fixed.
Inconsistency in hyphenation has been retained.
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