When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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There, you see. With a little goodwill--- ULFHEIM. --but just you try if you dare go that way. MAIA. [Doubtfully.] Do you think I can't? ULFHEIM. Never in this world--if you don't let me help you. MAIA. [Uneasily.] Why, then come and help me! What else are you here for? ULFHEIM. Would you rather I should take you on my back---? MAIA. |
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