When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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page 33 of 197 (16%)
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PROFESSOR RUBEK. Yes--at a little distance--- THE INSPECTOR. Aha! Then I think I can explain the mystery, Professor. PROFESSOR RUBEK. Well, what was it then? MAIA. [Simultaneously.] Was the professor really not dreaming? THE INSPECTOR. [Suddenly whispering, as he directs their attention towards the background on the right.] Hush, if you please! Look there--don't speak loud for a moment. [A slender lady, dressed in fine, cream-white cashmere, and followed by a SISTER OF MERCY in black, with a silver cross |
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