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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 edition. Excerpt:...Rank. Takes one and cuts the end off. Thank you. Nora. Striking a wax match. Let me give you a light. Rank. A thousand thanks. She holds the match. He lights his cigar at it. Rank. And now, good-bye! Helmer. Good-bye, good-bye, my dear fellow. Nora. Sleep well, Doctor Rank. Rank, Thanks for the wish. Nora. Wish me the same. Rink. You? Very well, since you ask me--Sleep well. And thanks for the light. He nods to them both and goes out. Helmer. In an undertone. He's been drinking a good deal. Nora. Absently. I daresay. helmer takes his bunch of keys from his pocket and goes into the hall. Torvald, what are you doing there? Helmer. I must empty the letter-box; it's quite full; there will be no room for the newspapers to-morrow morning. Nora. Are you going to work to-night? Helmer. You know very well I am not.--Why, how is this? Some one has been at the lock. Nora. The lock? Helmer. I'm sure of it. What dees it mean? I can't think that the servants?Here's a broken hair-pin. Nora, it's one of yours. Nora. Quickly. It must have been the children Helmer. Then you must break them of such tricks.--There! At last I've got it open. Takes contents out and calls into the kitchen. Ellen!--Ellen, just put the hall door lamp out. He returns with letters in his hand, and shuts the inner door. Helmer. Just see how they've accumulated. Turning them over. Why, what's this? Nora. At the window. The letter! Oh no, no, Torvald! Helmer. Two visiting-cards--from Rank. Nora. From Doctor Rank? Helmer. Looking at them. Doctor Rank. They were on the top. He must just have put them in. Nora. Is there anything on them? Helmer. There's a black cross over the name. Look at it. What an unpleasant idea! It looks just as if he were announcing his own death. Nora. So he is....