When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
page 53 of 197 (26%)
page 53 of 197 (26%)
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Oh, you are still alive. PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Not understanding.] Alive---? THE LADY. [After a short pause.] Who was the other? The woman you had with you--there at the table? PROFESSOR RUBEK. [A little reluctantly.] She? That was my--my wife. THE LADY. [Nods slowly.] Indeed. That is well, Arnold. Some one, then, who does not concern me--- PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Nods.] No, of course not--- |
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