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- Koyama.—(Trying to untie the cords) Yes, she looks in a sorry plight.
- Tsugi.—(Rubbing her legs) It seems to me a rather distressing case, Papa.
- Koyama.—Why, my dear, have you listened to what she has been telling me?
- Tsugi.—Yes; but I stood outside, because I did not care to enter while the poor woman was telling you all that wretchedness.
- Koyama.—There are indeed many unfortunate people in this world.
- Tsugi.—Look, she seems to be coming to herself.
- Koyama.—Let her rest awhile. In spite of her weakness, she will soon be all right, and will be able to walk again. All the sorrow and suffering that she has gone through has caused her to take this fit.
- Tsugi.—Papa, will you really arrest this woman?
- Koyama.—Yes, I really must, my child, although I have committed precisely the same crime myself, for I let my wife and
- Tsugi.—Don’t say that, Papa. It is not true.
- Koyama.—This woman killed her child; I also killed my wife and child. The only difference is this: she did it directly, and I did it indirectly.
- Asa.—(Suddenly sitting upright, and then standing) Yes, I see now; I was wrong. I killed it. I am to blame!
- Koyama.—Oh, you feel better? You have come to yourself?
