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[Transported.] An automobile

Yes. If you've got any sense you'll come back. What good are you doing here? Out there is your art, the only thing you're fit for. You are an artist, not a respectable married man.

Leave her—this little

She'll be better off. She'll go back and be a servant girl again. As for you—you're an artist and you belong among artists. All the beer you want, cigars, a krone a day and a gulden on Sunday, and the girls, Liliom, the girls—I've always treated you right, haven't I? I bought you a watch, and

She's not that kind. She'd never be a servant girl again.

I suppose you think she'd kill herself. Don't worry. Heavens, if every girl was to commit suicide just because her [Finishes with a gesture.]