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 hands.] Oh, the crushing shame of it! [''With increased vehemence.''] And then to think of all that the name of John Gabriel Borkman used to mean! No, no, no—I can never see him again! Never!

[Looks at her for a while.] You have a hard heart, Gunhild.

Towards him, yes.

After all, he is your husband.

Did he not say in court that it was I who began his ruin? That I spent money so recklessly?

[Tentatively.] But is there not some truth in that?

Why, it was he himself that made me do it! He insisted on our living in such an absurdly lavish style

Yes, I know. But that is just where you should have restrained him; and apparently you didn't.