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Ficsur

Then he tells you what time it is.


Liliom


Suppose he don't come?


Ficsur

[Coming down the steps.] Nonsense! He's got to come. He pays off the workmen every Saturday. And this is Saturday, ain't it? [Liliom has ascended to the top of the stairway and is gazing along the tracks.] What are you looking at up there?


Liliom


The tracks go on and on—there's no end to them.


Ficsur

What's that to stare about?


Liliom


Nothing—only I always look after the train. When you stand down there at night it snorts past you, and spits down.


Ficsur

Spits?


Liliom


Yes, the engine. It spits down. And then the whole train rattles past and away—and you stand