When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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silence.] For after all there is a certain happiness in feeling
oneself free and independent on every hand--in having at ones command everything one can possibly wish for--all outward things, that is to say. Do you not agree with me, Maia? MAIA. Oh yes, I agree. All that is well enough in its way. [Looking at him.] But do you remember what you promised me the day we came to an understanding on--on that troublesome point--- PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Nods.] --on the subject of our marriage, yes. It was no easy matter for you, Maia. MAIA. [Continuing unruffled.] --and agreed that I was to go abroad with you, and live there for good and all--and enjoy myself.--Do you remember what you promised me that day? PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Shaking his head.] No, I can't say that I do. Well, what did I promise? |
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