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 your taste; and I got the same tastes as you; or I pretended to—I don't know which—both ways, perhaps. When I look back on it now, I seem to have been living here like a beggar, from hand to mouth. I lived by performing tricks for you, Torvald. But you would have it so. You and father have done me a great wrong. It is your fault that my life has been wasted.

you are. Haven't you been happy here?
 * —Why, Nora, how unreasonable and ungrateful

so kind to me. But your house has been nothing but a play-room. Here I have been your doll-wife, just as at home I used to be papa's doll-child. And the children, in their turn, have been my dolls. I thought it fun when you played with me, just as the children did when I played with them. That has been our marriage, Torvald And that is why I am now leaving you!
 * —No, only merry. And you have always been

(jumping up):—What—do you mean to say—

my surroundings; so I can't stay with you.
 * —I must stand quite alone, to know myself and


 * —Nora! Nora!

for tonight.
 * —I am going at once. Christina will take me

it.
 * —You are mad! I shall not allow it. I forbid

I shall take with me what belongs to me. From you I will accept nothing, either now or afterwards
 * —It is no use your forbidding me anything now.

your children! You don't consider what the world will say.
 * —To forsake your home, your husband, and

I must do.
 * —I can pay no heed to that. I only know what