When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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page 56 of 197 (28%)
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I should have killed that child.
PROFESSOR RUBEK. Killed it, you say? IRENE. [Whispering.] Killed it--before I went away from you. Crushed it-- crushed it to dust. PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Shakes his head reproachfully.] You would never have been able to, Irene. You had not the heart to do it. IRENE. No, in those days I had not that sort of heart. PROFESSOR RUBEK. But since then? Afterwards? |
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