Some time later a portrait was brought to His Majesty, the Emporer Wong Sing. The portrait was that of a beautiful maid. It bore no words. Wong Sing offered much gold to any person who could tell him the name of one so beautiful. The maiden would make him a superlative wife. He wished to find her. But he never did.
-Shen of the Sea, Arthur Bowie Chrisman
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