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Liliom
It's true.
Julie
Aren't you ashamed to tell the child such awful things about her father? Get out of here, you shameless liar. Eats our soup and our bread and has the impudence to slander our dead!
Liliom
I didn't mean—I
Julie
What right have you to tell lies to the child? Take that plate, Louise, and let him be on his way. If he wasn't such a hungry-looking beggar, I'd put him out myself. [Louise takes the plate out of his hand.]
Liliom
So he didn't hit you?
Julie
No, never. He was always good to me.
Louise
[Whispers.] Did he tell funny stories, too?
Liliom
Yes, and such funny ones.
