When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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PROFESSOR RUBEK.
Which of us was it that was absolutely bent on our coming north this summer? MAIA. I admit, it was I. PROFESSOR RUBEK. It was certainly not I, at any rate. MAIA. But good heavens, who could have dreamt that everything would have altered so terribly at home here? And in so short a time, too! Why, it is only just four years since I went away--- PROFESSOR RUBEK. Since you were married, yes. MAIA. |
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