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Rank.
For what?
Nora.
For a great proof of your friendship.
Rank.
Yes—yes?
Nora.
I mean—for a very, very great service
Rank.
Would you really, for once, make me so happy?
Nora.
Oh, you don't know what it is.
Rank.
Then tell me.
Nora.
No, I really can't, Doctor Rank. It's far, far too much—not only a service, but help and advice besides
Rank.
So much the better. I can't think what you can mean. But go on. Don't you trust me?
Nora.
As I trust no one else. I know you are my best and truest friend. So I will tell you. Well then, Doctor Rank, there is something you must help me to prevent. You know how deeply, how wonderfully Torvald loves me; he wouldn't hesitate a moment to give his very life for my sake.
