The Master Builder by Henrik Ibsen
page 296 of 315 (93%)
page 296 of 315 (93%)
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HILDA. [With great sparkling eyes.] That was the song that I heard through the air! SOLNESS. But afterwards his turn came. HILDA. What do you mean by that? SOLNESS. [Looks despondently at her.] Building homes for human beings--is not worth a rap, Hilda. HILDA. Do you say that now? SOLNESS. |
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