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Rh “It looks like another strike… Isn’t there some way, some good way, of settling them!” wondered Uematsu, amazed that such an agitation should spring so unexpectedly from so trivial a cause. He felt a chill in his bones and a weight pressing down in him until his arms began to tremble.

“Isn’t there some way, some good way? … No matter how often you hit them, they never learn a lesson, the rotten swine!”

By degrees the trembling spread from the top part of his body, right down to his knees.