always kiss me an'—How you call that other? Ah—ah—ah! you will not? Alas, no! for I am—evil. But my hands? Kiss my hands—lig you do the purple-eye women see,—I beg."
She put them out to him with Protean beseeching.
He kissed them one after the other, and was gone. She groveled at the Butsu-dan a moment. Then she rose and hastened to the door. He was just disappearing.
"Sayonara!" she sobbed, "foraever an' foraever—sayonara!"
Her husband came in. She faced him savagely.
"Oh, all the gods, how I hate you! You have made me evil."
He tried to salute her mockingly.
"If you touch me I will kill you," she cried.
One moment of amazed silence. Then he struck her. As she lay at his feet she heard him say to the man-servant:
"Find the nakodo. Let him return her to her father. Take all the presents she brought."
She was divorced.
Ji-Saburo had once more set his face to the south—where the war was.
