When We Dead Awaken by Henrik Ibsen
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page 189 of 197 (95%)
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PROFESSOR RUBEK. For me! IRENE. As we were sitting by the Lake of Taunitz last evening--- PROFESSOR RUBEK. By the Lake of--- IRENE. --outside the peasant's hut--and playing with swans and water-lilies--- PROFESSOR RUBEK. What then--what then? IRENE. --and when I heard you say with such deathly, icy coldness--that I was nothing but an episode in your life--- |
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