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 "They make me marry account I so poor, an' you go'n' to naever come back an' marry me. Me? I don' keer who I marry. The nakodo he bring a mans here—two—three—four time. Me? I marry him after while, account I tire' of him. This hosban'—he gitting tire' of me now. An' me? Oh, how I gitting more tire' of him! An' of that mother of him! He go'n' divorce me, I egspeg, account I don' lig those mother. Me? I will naever lig her! See! Tha' 's how I make him divorce me. Then—then—ah, Ji-Saburo—you shall marry me! Jus' lig I been praying for aever sinze I been borned! Aha, Ji-Saburo! "

She looked up now with a tense triumph in her face. But the eyes of Ji-Saburo were stony. A savage chill swept the joy from her heart. She shivered as if with cold. But she crept a little closer, and the words she spoke trembled forth haltingly.

"Ah—ah—ah! All the gods in the sky! Don' you lig that I go'n' marry you—an' be that happy—for aever an' aever—an' make you that happy—also for aever an' aever—you, Ji-Saburo?"

But the superb young soldier was a threatening god as he stood there with