Ghosts by Henrik Ibsen
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Manders. You have built up a happy illusion in your son's mind, Mrs. Alving--and that is a thing you certainly ought not to undervalue. Mrs. Alving. Ah, who knows if that is such a desirable thing after all!--But anyway I don't intend to put up with any goings on with Regina. I am not going to let him get the poor girl into trouble. Manders. Good heavens, no--that would be a frightful thing! Mrs. Alving. If only I knew whether he meant it seriously, and whether it would mean happiness for him. Manders. In what way? I don't understand. Mrs. Alving. But that is impossible; Regina is not equal to it, unfortunately. Manders, I don't understand: What do you mean? Mrs. Alving. If I were not such a miserable coward, I would say to him: "Marry her, or make any arrangement you like with her-- only let there be no deceit in the matter." Manders. Heaven forgive you! Are you actually suggesting anything so abominable, so unheard of, as a marriage between them! Mrs. Alving. Unheard of, do you call it? Tell me honestly, Mr. |
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