Plays: the Father; Countess Julie; the Outlaw; the Stronger by August Strindberg
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page 81 of 215 (37%)
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very dearly, Laura. I never kept such things!
LAURA. I believe he used to love me, but time--time changes so many things. PASTOR. What is that big paper? The receipt for a grave! Yes, better the grave than the lunatic asylum! Laura, tell me, are you blameless in all this? LAURA. I? Why should I be to blame because a man goes out of his mind? PASTOR. Well, well, I shan't say anything. After all, blood is thicker than water. LAURA. What do you dare to intimate? PASTOR [Looking at her penetratingly]. Now, listen! LAURA. Yes? PASTOR. You can hardly deny that it suits you pretty well to be able to educate your child as you wish? LAURA. I don't understand. PASTOR. How I admire you! LAURA. Me? H'm! |
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