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Gina.

And besides, you've surely got to tell him first as you don't mean to live with us others no more.

Hialmar.

[Pushes away his coffee cup.] Yes, there is that too; I shall have to lay bare the whole tangled story to him——. I must turn matters over; I must have breathing-time; I cannot take all these burdens on my shoulders in a single day.

Gina.

No, especially in such horrible weather as it is outside.

Hialmar.

[Touching Werle's letter.] I see that paper is still lying about here.

Gina.

Yes, I haven't touched it.

Hialmar.

So far as I am concerned it is mere waste paper——

Gina.

Well, I have certainly no notion of making any use of it.

Hialmar.

——but we had better not let it get lost all the same;—in all the upset when I move, it might easily——

Gina.

I'll take good care of it, Ekdal.

Hialmar.

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