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JAROSLAV VRCHLICKY

it was like this. I am a poor, miserable, penniless fellow. I have a lot of enemies.

(From the adjoining room a revolver shot is heard. Iustus rushes into that room. Valenta picks up money on the table, puts his cap on and goes out.)

Curtain

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