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Mrs. Borkman.

I don't care about the other people. But it was his duty to tell me the truth. And that he never did! He kept on lying to me—lying abominably——

Ella Rentheim.

[Interrupting.] Surely not, Gunhild. He kept things back perhaps, but I am sure he did not lie.

Mrs. Borkman.

Well, well; call it what you please; it makes no difference. And then it all fell to pieces—the whole thing.

Ella Rentheim.

[To herself.] Yes, everything fell to pieces—for him—and for others.

Mrs. Borkman.

[Drawing herself up menacingly.] But I tell you this, Ella, I do not give in yet! I shall redeem myself yet—you may make up your mind to that!

Ella Rentheim.

[Eagerly.] Redeem yourself! What do you mean by that?

Mrs. Borkman.

Redeem my name, and honour, and fortune! Redeem my ruined life—that is what I mean! I have some one in reserve, let me tell you—one who will wash away every stain that he has left.