When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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page 146 of 197 (74%)
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And then it turned into Lohengrin's boat--with the swan yoked to it. PROFESSOR RUBEK. How fond you were of that game, Irene. IRENE. We played it over and over again. PROFESSOR RUBEK. Every single Saturday, I believe,--all the summer through. IRENE. You said I was the swan that drew your boat. PROFESSOR RUBEK. Did I say so? Yes, I daresay I did. [Absorbed in the game.] Just see how the sea-gulls are swimming down the stream! |
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