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[Crosses to him and looks him in the face.] Why don't you stay home and sleep at night? You're a sight to look at.

He's good, is he?

Push your hair back from your forehead.

Let my hair be. It's nothing to you.

All right. But if I'd told you to let it hang down over your eyes you'd have pushed it back—I hear you've been beating her, this—this

None of your business.

You're a fine fellow! Beating a skinny little thing like that! If you're tired of her, leave her, but there's no use beating the poor

Leave her, eh? You'd like that, wouldn't you?