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 John Gabriel Borkman. He could not live in the fresh air.

It was rather the cold that killed him.

[Shakes her head.] The cold, you say? The cold—that had killed him long ago. [Nodding to her.] Yes—and changed us two into shadows. You are right there. [With a painful smile.] A dead man and two shadows—that is what the cold has made of us. Yes, the coldness of heart.—And now I think we two may hold out our hands to each other, Ella. I think we may, now. We twin sisters—over him we have both loved. We two shadows—over the dead man. [ behind the bench, and  in front of it, take each other's hand.