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It's true.

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!

I didn't mean—I

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. ['' takes the plate out of his hand.'']

So he didn't hit you?

No, never. He was always good to me.

[Whispers.] Did he tell funny stories, too?

Yes, and such funny ones.