ALVA. would PUNTSCHU. Well, what am I to say, who have lost my whole fortune in it! To-morrow morning I shall have the pleasure of taking up the struggle for an assured existence for the thirty-sixth time! PUNTSCHU. MAGELONE. (Passing forward.) Am I dreaming or do I really hear the Jungfrau-stock has fallen? MAGELONE. PUNTSCHU. Fallen even lower than you! Tho you can use 'em for curl-paper. PUNTSCHU. MAGELONE. O God in Heaven! Ten years' work! (Falls in a faint.) MAGELONE. KADIDIA. Wake up, mama! Wake up! KADIDIA. BIANETTA. Say, Mr. Puntschu, where will you eat this evening, since you've lost your whole fortune? BIANETTA. PUNTSCHU. Wherever you like, young lady! Take me where you will, but quickly! Here it's getting frightful. (Exeunt Puntschu and Bianetta.) PUNTSCHU. HEILMANN. (Squeezing up his stock and flinging it to the ground.) That is what one gets from this pack! HEILMANN. LUDMILLA. Why do you speculate on the Jungfrau too? Send a few little notices on the company to the German police here, and then you'll still win something in the end. LUDMILLA.
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