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Don't flatter yourself. [Quite embarrassed.] Serves me right, too. If I had any sense I wouldn't have run after you My God, the things one must do for the sake of business! If I could only sell the carousel I wouldn't be sitting here Come, Liliom, if you have any sense, you'll come back. I'll pay you well.

The carousel is crowded just the same without me?

Crowded, yes—but it's not the same.

Then you admit that you do miss me.

Miss you? Not I. But the silly girls miss you. They're always asking for you. Well, are you going to be sensible and come back?

And leave—her?

You beat her, don't you?