When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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May I? IRENE. Yes.--You need not be afraid of being frozen. I don't think I am quite turned to ice yet. PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Moves a chair and seats himself at her table.] There, Irene. Now we two are sitting together as in the old days. IRENE. A little way apart from each other--also as in the old days. PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Moving nearer.] It had to be so, then. IRENE. Had it? |
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