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Erhart.
I don't want to look into the future. I don't want to look around me in any direction; I am only determined to live my own life—at last!
Mrs. Borkman.
[With deep pain.] And you call this life, Erhart!
Erhart.
Don't you see how lovely she is!
Mrs. Borkman.
[Wringing her hands.] And I have to bear this load of shame as well!
Borkman.
[At the back, harshly and cuttingly.] Ho—you are used to bearing things of that sort, Gunhild!
Ella Rentheim.
[Imploringly.] Borkman!
Erhart.
[Similarly.] Father!
Mrs. Borkman.
Day after day I shall have to see my own son linked to a—a
Erhart.
[Interrupting her harshly.] You shall see nothing of the kind, mother! You may make your mind easy on that point. I shall not remain here.
