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 Mrs. Alving.

My shawl, Regina! The whole place is in a blaze!

Manders.

Terrible! Mrs. Alving, it is a judgment upon this abode of lawlessness.

Mrs. Alving.

Yes, of course. Come, Regina.

[She and Regina hasten out through the hall.

Manders.

[Clasps his hands together.] And we left it uninsured! [He goes out the same way.