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 —[Restrains him; greatly distressed.] Is she ill?

—What do you care?

—How old is she?

—[Dries his eyes.] Two years old. Her mother is dead. We planted flowers on her grave.

—This is harrowing I know you are lying again I mustn't listen to you. [Looks at his watch.]

—A little blonde baby. With hair like flax.

—Ten-thirty-six. You are dismissed. [Puts his hands over his ears.]

—She always says to me, "Papa Papa send money."

Juhasz—I'm not listening to you You are lying But I can't hear you.

—My poor innocent angel. Her medicines alone cost me Oh, how can a man go straight when he has a crippled father and a sick baby to keep?

—[Takes his hands from his ears.] I didn't hear you You are dismissed.

—The doctor prescribed sulphur for her and milk.

—I'm not listening.

—No But I wish I knew how to close my ears when my poor hungry baby cries, "Papa, papa"