Ghosts by Henrik Ibsen
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page 89 of 126 (70%)
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MRS. ALVING. [Goes across to OSWALD.] Oswald, be frank with me.
OSWALD. Well, so I am, mother. [Goes to the table.] I think I have told you enough. [REGINA brings the lamp and sets it upon the table.] MRS. ALVING. Regina, you may bring us a small bottle of champagne. REGINA. Very well, ma'am. [Goes out.] OSWALD. [Puts his arm round MRS. ALVING's neck.] That's just what I wanted. I knew mother wouldn't let her boy go thirsty. MRS. ALVING. My own, poor, darling Oswald; how could I deny you anything now? OSWALD. [Eagerly.] Is that true, mother? Do you mean it? MRS. ALVING. How? What? OSWALD. That you couldn't deny me anything. MRS. ALVING. My dear Oswald-- OSWALD. Hush! REGINA. [Brings a tray with a half-bottle of champagne and two glasses, which she sets on the table.] Shall I open it? |
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