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Helmer.
But I must send you
Nora.
Nothing, nothing.
Helmer.
I must help you if you need it.
Nora.
No, I say. I take nothing from strangers.
Helmer.
Nora—can I never be more than a stranger to you?
Nora.
[Taking her travelling-bag.] Oh, Torvald, then the miracle of miracles would have to happen
Helmer.
What is the miracle of miracles?
Nora.
Both of us would have to change so that Oh, Torvald, I no longer believe in miracles.
Helmer.
But I will believe. Tell me! We must so change that?
Nora.
That communion between us shall be a marriage. Good-bye. [She goes out by the hall door.
