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 Hialmar.

I don't require to have them cut for me.

[Short silence.

Gina.

Then you're still set on leaving us, Ekdal?

Hialmar.

[Rummaging amongst the books.] Yes, that is a matter of course, I should think.

Gina.

Well, well.

Hialmar.

[Vehemently.] How can I live here, to be stabbed to the heart every hour of the day?

Gina.

God forgive you for thinking such vile things of me.

Hialmar.

Prove!

Gina.

I think it's you as has got to prove.

Hialmar.

After a past like yours? There are certain claims—I may almost call them claims of the ideal

Gina.

But what about grandfather? What's to become of him, poor dear?

Hialmar.

I know my duty; my helpless father will come with me. I am going out into the town to make