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Mrs. Muskat
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.
Liliom
The carousel is crowded just the same . . . without me?
Mrs. Muskat
Crowded, yes—but it's not the same.
Liliom
Then you admit that you do miss me.
Mrs. Muskat
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?
Liliom
And leave—her?
Mrs. Muskat
You beat her, don't you?
