The Road to Damascus by August Strindberg
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page 311 of 339 (91%)
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WOMAN (excitedly). I only came here because the house was to let.
STRANGER. Oh! WOMAN (slowly). Had I known who wanted to let it, I shouldn't have come. STRANGER. What does it matter? WOMAN. May I sit down a moment? I'm tired. STRANGER. Please do. (They sit down at the table opposite one another, in the seats occupied by the STRANGER and the LADY in the first scene.) It's a long time since we've sat facing one another like this. WOMAN. With flowers and lights on the table. One night ... STRANGER. When I was dressed as a bridegroom and you as a bride ... WOMAN. And the candle flames were still as in prayer and the flowers pensive. ... STRANGER. Is your husband outside? WOMAN. No. STRANGER. You're still seeking ... what doesn't exist? WOMAN. Doesn't it? |
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