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 Helmer.

But I must send you

Nora.

Nothing, nothing.

Helmer.

I must help you if you need it.

Nora.

No, I say. I take nothing from strangers.

Helmer.

Nora—can I never be more than a stranger to you?

Nora.

[Taking her travelling-bag.] Oh, Torvald, then the miracle of miracles would have to happen

Helmer.

What is the miracle of miracles?

Nora.

Both of us would have to change so that Oh, Torvald, I no longer believe in miracles.

Helmer.

But I will believe. Tell me! We must so change that?

Nora.

That communion between us shall be a marriage. Good-bye. [She goes out by the hall door.