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Julie
Stay home. Marie's bringing some money, and I'll give it all to you.
Liliom
[Approaching the door.] I'm going—for a walk—with Ficsur. We'll be right back.
Julie
[Forcing a smile to keep back her tears.] If you stay home, I'll get you a glass of beer—or wine, if you prefer.
Ficsur
Coming or not?
Julie
I'm not angry with you any more for hitting me.
Liliom
[Gruffly, but his gruffness it simulated to hide the fact that he cannot bear the sight of her suffering.] Stand out of the way—or I'll [He clenches his fist.] Let me out!
Julie
[Trembling.] What have you got under your coat?
Liliom
[Produces from his pocket a greasy pack of cards.] Cards.
