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Julie
You struck my child.
Liliom
Yes—I struck her.
Julie
Is that what you came for, to strike my child?
Liliom
No—I didn't come for that—but I did strike her—and now I'm going back.
Julie
In the name of the Lord Jesus, who are you?
Liliom
[Simply.] A poor, tired beggar who came a long way and who was hungry. And I took your soup and bread and I struck your child. Are you angry with me?
Julie
[Her hand on her heart; fearfully, wonderingly.] Jesus protect me—I don't understand it—I'm not angry—not angry at all [Liliom goes to the doorway and leans against the doorpost, his back to the audience. Julie goes to the table and sits.]
