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MING NAI laid a cool hand on the child's feverish brow. "Now, Mei, lie still, like a good girl, and perhaps I will tell you one of the old stories. Then you will sleep, and the fever will pass."
-"I shall die, and Ming So will not know that I am dead," wailed Pai Mei.