When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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Killed him with a fine sharp dagger which I always have with me in bed--- PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Vehemently.] I don't believe you, Irene! IRENE. [With a gentle smile.] Indeed you may believe it, Arnold. PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Looks compassionately at her.] Have you never had a child? IRENE. Yes, I have had many children. PROFESSOR RUBEK. And where are your children now? |
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