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[Crosses to .] Mother!

What, my child?

The man tried to take me by the arm.

Nonsense! You only imagined it, dear. The poor, hungry man has other things to think about than fooling with young girls. Sit down and eat your soup. [They eat.]

[Eats, too, but keeps looking at them.] You work at the factory, eh?

Yes.

Your daughter, too?

Yes.

And your husband?