When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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That is sort of figure of speech that I was in the habit of using once upon a time. MAIA. Only a figure of speech? PROFESSOR RUBEK. Yes, a schoolboy phrase--the sort of thing I used to say when I wanted to lure the neighbours' children out to play with me, in the woods and on the mountains. MAIA. [Looking hard at him.] Perhaps you only wanted to lure me out to play, as well? PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Passing it off as a jest.] Well, has it not been a tolerable amusing game, Maia? MAIA. |
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