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 Helmer.

[Sinks into a chair by the door with his face in his hands.] Nora! Nora! [He looks round and rises.] Empty. She is gone. [A hope springs up in him.] Ah! The miracle of miracles?!

[From below is heard the reverberation of a heavy door closing.

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