John Gabriel Borkman by Henrik Ibsen
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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. ELLA RENTHEIM. Gunhild! Gunhild! |
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