When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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page 69 of 197 (35%)
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--in frank, utter nakedness--- PROFESSOR RUBEK. [With emotion.] And you did serve me, Irene--so bravely--so gladly and ungrudgingly. IRENE. Yes, with all the pulsing blood of my youth, I served you! PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Nodding, with a look of gratitude.] That you have every right to say. IRENE. I fell down at your feet and served you, Arnold! [Holding her clenched hand towards him.] But you, you,--you--! PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Defensively.] I never did you any wrong! Never, Irene! |
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