Ghosts by Henrik Ibsen
page 76 of 120 (63%)
page 76 of 120 (63%)
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(A silence. The dusk falls by degrees. OSWALD walks restlessly up
and down. He has laid aside his cigar.) Oswald (stopping beside MRS. ALVING). Mother, may I sit on the couch beside you? Mrs. Alving. Of course, my dear boy. Oswald (sitting down). Now I must tell you something mother. Mrs. Alving (anxiously). What? Oswald (staring in front of him). I can't bear it any longer. Mrs. Alving. Bear what? What do you mean? Oswald (as before). I couldn't bring myself to write to you about it; and since I have been at home-- Mrs. Alving (catching him by the arm). Oswald, what is it? Oswald. Both yesterday and today I have tried to push my thoughts away from me--to free myself from them. But I can't. Mrs. Alving (getting up). You must speak plainly, Oswald! Oswald (drawing her down to her seat again). Sit still, and I will try and tell you. I have made a great deal of the fatigue I felt after my journey-- Mrs. Alving. Well, what of that? |
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