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 Nora.

No; that is just it.

Helmer.

Nora!—Can you say so!

Nora.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Torvald; for you've always been so kind to me. But I can't help it. I do not love you any longer.

Helmer.

[Mastering himself with difficulty.] Are you clear and certain on this point too?

Nora.

Yes, quite. That is why I will not stay here any longer.

Helmer.

And can you also make clear to me how I have forfeited your love?

Nora.

Yes, I can. It was this evening, when the miracle did not happen; for then I saw you were not the man I had imagined.

Helmer.

Explain yourself more clearly; I don't understand.

Nora.

I have waited so patiently all these eight years; for of course I saw clearly enough that miracles don't happen every day. When this crushing blow