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 ''is a pretty, pale girl of fifteen, with a somewhat weary and overstrained expression. She is cheaply dressed in light colours.''

''The music ceases. A pause.''

Can you guess where I first heard tones like these?

[Looking up at him.] No, Mr. Borkman.

It was down in the mines.

[Not understanding.] Indeed? Down in the mines?

I am a miner's son, you know. Or perhaps you did not know?

No, Mr. Borkman.

A miner's son. And my father used sometimes to take me with him into the mines. The metal sings down there.

Really? Sings?