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 Nora.

Can't do it slower!

Helmer.

Not so violently, Nora.

Nora.

I must! I must!

Helmer.

[Stops.] No, no, Nora—that will never do.

Nora.

[Laughs and swings her tambourine.] Didn't I tell you so!

Rank.

Let me play for her.

Helmer.

[Rising.] Yes, do—then I can direct her better.

[Rank sits down to the piano and plays; Nora dances more and more wildly. Helmer stands by the stove and addresses frequent corrections to her; she seems not to hear. Her hair breaks loose, and falls over her shoulders. She does not notice it, but goes on dancing. Mrs. Linden enters and stands spellbound in the doorway.

Mrs. Linden.

Ah!

Nora.

[Dancing.] We're having such fun here, Christina!