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 Helmer.

Nora!

Nora.

[Shrieks.] Ah!

Helmer.

What is this? Do you know what is in this letter?

Nora.

Yes, I know. Let me go! Let me pass!

Helmer.

[Holds her back.] Where do you want to go?

Nora.

[Tries to break away from him.] You shall not save me, Torvald.

Helmer.

[Falling back.] True! Is what he writes true? No, no, it is impossible that this can be true.

Nora.

It is true. I have loved you beyond all else in the world.

Helmer.

Pshaw—no silly evasions!

Nora.

[A step nearer him.] Torvald!

Helmer.

Wretched woman—what have you done!

Nora.

Let me go—you shall not save me! You shall not take my guilt upon yourself!