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76 again).
 * Asa.—Sir.
 * Koyama.—What is it?
 * Asa.—May I ask you just one thing more?
 * Koyama.—Yes, certainly.
 * Asa.—You told me that they had found my baby. Where is it now?
 * Koyama.—I sent the body to the district office.
 * Asa.—Cannot I look at it again?
 * Koyama.—No, it is better for you not to see it, I think.
 * Asa.—Yes,—perhaps you are right.
 * Koyama.—If you look at it, it will be harder for you to bear your trouble.
 * Asa.—Yes… but, when I buried it and laid its little body in the hole, it seemed to look at me, and its eyes seemed to pierce me with a look of terror. Oh, when I think of it! … (A short silence.)
 * Asa.—Sir, I implore you to bind my hands again at once.
 * Koyama.—No, no; there is no need for it now.
 * Asa.—(Bows slightly with a look of sad gratefulness to the policeman.)
 * Koyama.—Now, Tsugi, I must go with this poor woman to the Police Court at once.
 * Asa.—Yes, please take me as quickly as you can! (KoyomaKoyama [sic] goes away with Asa. Tsugi looks after them sadly and thoughfullythoughtfully [sic]. Outside the rain is heard, and a melancholy wind moans round the house.)