When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
page 61 of 197 (30%)
page 61 of 197 (30%)
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Yes, he was good enough to take that off my hands.
PROFESSOR RUBEK. Do you not lament his loss, Irene? IRENE. [Not understanding.] Lament? What loss? PROFESSOR RUBEK. Why, the loss of Herr von Satow, of course. IRENE. His name was not Satow. PROFESSOR RUBEK. Was it not? IRENE. |
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