KITO
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Tita, holding her wasted hands far out over the strange old carriage.
In a moment Tita was in her mother's arms and Kito on his way to prison.
One day he was "examined," and gave his simple testimony. He was gentle and tractable under the rigors of the law. After it was over he was utterly broken in body and spirit. On another day the constables went to bring him up for sentence. They found him with his face to the wall—his eyes fixed on a tiny yellow curl in his hands. There were traces of tears on his face. He was quite dead.
