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 Nora.

You! You want me to believe that you did a brave thing to save your wife's life?

Krogstad.

The law takes no account of motives.

Nora.

Then it must be a very bad law.

Krogstad.

Bad or not, if I produce this document in court, you will be condemned according to law.

Nora.

I don't believe that. Do you mean to tell me that a daughter has no right to spare her dying father trouble and anxiety?—that a wife has no right to save her husband's life? I don't know much about the law, but I'm sure you'll find, somewhere or another, that that is allowed. And you don't know that—you, a lawyer! You must be a bad one, Mr. Krogstad.

Krogstad.

Possibly. But business—such business as ours—I do understand. You believe that? Very well; now do as you please. But this I may tell you, that if I am flung into the gutter a second time, you shall keep me company.

[Bows and goes out through hall.

Nora.

[Stands a while thinking, then tosses her head.] Oh nonsense! He wants to frighten me. I'm not so foolish as that. [Begins folding the children's