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Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906

"The Master Builder"

] I suppose I must be--or not far from it. [Looks towards
the door to the right, which is opened at this moment.] Ah! now it
grows light.

HILDA WANGEL comes in. She has made some alteration in her
dress, and let down her skirt.

HILDA.
Good morning, Mr. Solness!

SOLNESS.
[Nods.] Slept well?

HILDA.
Quite deliciously! Like a child in a cradle. Oh--I lay and stretched
myself like--like a princess!

SOLNESS.
[Smiles a little.] You were thoroughly comfortable then?

HILDA.
I should think so.

SOLNESS.
And no doubt you dreamed, too.

HILDA.
Yes, I did. But that was horrid.

SOLNESS.
Was it?

HILDA.
Yes, for I dreamed I was falling over a frightfully high, sheer
precipice. Do you never have that kind of dream?

SOLNESS.
Oh yes--now and then---

HILDA.
It's tremendously thrilling--when you fall and fall---

SOLNESS.
It seems to make one's blood run cold.

HILDA.
Do you draw your legs up under you while you are falling?

SOLNESS.
Yes, as high as ever I can.

HILDA.
So do I.

MRS. SOLNESS.
[Takes her parasol.] I must go into town now, Halvard.


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