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Ficsur
He's not coming yet. Got the cards? [Liliom gives him the pack of cards.] Got any money?
Liliom
[Takes some coins from his trousers pocket and counts.] Eleven.
Ficsur
[Sits astride on the pile of ties and looks off left.] All right—eleven.
Liliom
[Sitting astride on the ties facing him.] Put it up.
Ficsur
[Puts the money on the ties; rapidly shuffles the cards.] We'll play twenty-one. I'll bank. [He deals deftly.]
Liliom
[Looks at his card.] Good. I'll bet the bank.
Ficsur
Must have an ace! [Deals him a second card.]
Liliom
Another one. [He gets another card.] Another. [Gets still another.] Over! [Throws down his cards. Ficsur gathers in the money.] Come on!
