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No, I don't beat her. What's all this damn fool talk about beating her? I hit her once—that was all—and now the whole city seems to be talking about it. You don't call that beating her, do you?

All right, all right. I take it back. I don't want to get mixed up in it.

Beating her! As if I'd beat her

I can't make out why you're so concerned about her. You've been married to her two months—it's plain to see that you're sick of it—and out there is the carousel—and the show booths—and money—and you'd throw it all away. For what? Heavens, how can anyone be such a fool? [''Looks at him appraisingly.''] Where have you been all night? You look awful.

It's no business of yours.

You never used to look like that. This life is telling on you. [Pauses.] Do you know—I've got a new organ.