When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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page 178 of 197 (90%)
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MAIA.
[Pointing to the hut.] A fellow to that one? ULFHEIM. It has not fallen to ruin yet. MAIA. And all the glory of the world, perhaps? ULFHEIM. A castle, I tell you--- MAIA. Thanks! I have had enough of castles. ULFHEIM. --with splendid hunting-grounds stretching for miles around it. |
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