This angered the Jap and he struck her again. This stroke left a streak of blood across her face.
Sauci said again, "That doesn't hurt me. That is the grace of God. I do not hate you for striking me!"
The gendarme was furious. His anger was like that of a beast. He flew at her blindly, and struck, struck, struck her woman's body until he was exhausted.
A few days later when she was recovering from that brutal beating, a high official of the Japanese gendarme force came to see her.
"Sauci," said he to her, recognizing her for an intelligent Korean girl, "why do not the Koreans like us?"
She replied, "I had a dream last night here in the cell. That will tell you why. In my dream a visitor came to our home and stayed for dinner. Then instead of going home, the visitor stayed all night. Then the visitor stayed two or three days. Then two or three months. Then two or three years. We were surprised but were too polite to say anything.
"But finally the visitor got to telling us how to run our house."
"How?" asked the Japanese official, "Did the visitor tell you how to run your house?"
"The visitor," replied Sauci, "told us that he didn't like our wall paper. 'I think you had better get new paper!' he said. 'I do not like your clothes and your schools. Wear clothes like mine, and have schools like mine. I do not like your way of talking. Learn my language!'
"So finally we got tired of our visitor and said, 'Please go home! WE do not like you! We do not want you! Please go home!'"