When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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[Smiles indulgently.] We ought by rights to say: our lovely new home. MAIA. [Shortly.] I prefer to say house--let us keep to that. PROFESSOR RUBEK. [His eyes dwelling on her.] You are really a strange little person. MAIA. Am I so strange? PROFESSOR RUBEK. Yes, I think so. MAIA. But why, pray? Perhaps because I'm not desperately in love with mooning about up here---? |
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