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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
