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F, ten years and more ago, you were arriving in the city of Tokio by rail, you would get down at the station in the Shimbashi-dori—Street of the New Bridge. Then you would select a 'rikisha. There would be plenty of these to choose from. But (if you were minded like me) you would seek out one Kito. The rest of his name you might never learn—and it would matter little that you did not. To him, after the brief conflict which every foreigner has with his Western repugnance