When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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No. Tell me. PROFESSOR RUBEK. It makes me think of that night we spent in the train, when we were coming up here--- MAIA. Why, you were sound asleep all the time. PROFESSOR RUBEK. Not quite. I noticed how silent it became at all the little roadside stations. I heard the silence--like you, Maia--- MAIA. H'm,--like me, yes. PROFESSOR RUBEK. --and that assured me that we had crossed the frontier--that we were really at home. For the train stopped at all the little stations-- |
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