When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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page 149 of 197 (75%)
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[Completing his thought.] --yet we two let slip all that life and its beauty. PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Softly, urgently.] Does repentance come too late, now? IRENE. [Does not answer, but sits silent for a moment; then she points over the upland.] Look there, Arnold,--now the sun is going down behind the peaks. See what a red glow the level rays cast over all the heathery knolls out yonder. PROFESSOR RUBEK. [Looks where she is pointing.] It is long since I have seen a sunset in the mountains. IRENE. Or a sunrise? PROFESSOR RUBEK. |
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