When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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[A little hurt and jarred.] Perhaps this lady has been one of your models, Rubek? Search your memory. PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Looks cuttingly at her.] My models? MAIA. [With a provoking smile.] In your younger days, I mean. You are said to have had innumerable models--long ago, of course. PROFESSOR RUBEK. [In the same tone.] Oh no, little Frau Maia. I have in reality had only one single model. One and only one--for everything I have done. THE INSPECTOR. [Who has turned away and stands looking out to the left.] If you'll excuse me, I think I will take my leave. I see some one coming whom it is not particularly agreeable to meet. Especially in the presence of ladies. |
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