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Rh Shun!” But something made her hesitate, and she stifled the cry in her throat. While she hesitated he passed by, and the distance increased more and more. Then Nobu-ko looked behind her, but all she could see was a bright autumn sky, a few sparse houses dotted here and there, the yellowing branches of some tall trees, and the loneliness of the suburban street.

“It’s autumn!” she thought, and she felt its meaning in the depths of her young heart, and as her rickshaw moved swiftly on, she shivered with cold and loneliness.