When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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even the noise and bustle seemed to have something dead about it.
PROFESSOR RUBEK. [With a searching glance.] You don't seem particularly glad to be at home again, Maia? MAIA. [Looks at him.] Are you glad? PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Evasively.] I---? MAIA. Yes, you, who have been so much, much further away than I. Are you entirely happy, now that you are at home again? PROFESSOR RUBEK. No--to be quite candid--perhaps not entirely happy--- |
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