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Little Eyolf

Creator: Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906
Translator: Archer, William, 1856-1924
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RITA. Must have ended so! The love that in the beginning rushed forth so eagerly to meet with love! ALLMERS. My love did not rush forth to you in the beginning. RITA. What did you feel for me, first of all? ALLMERS. Dread. RITA. That I can understand. How was it, then, that I won you after all? ALLMERS. [In a low voice.] You were so entrancingly beautiful, Rita. RITA. [Looks searchingly at him.] Then that was the only reason? Say it, Alfred! The only reason? ALLMERS. [Conquering himself.] No, there was another as well. RITA. [With an outburst.] I can guess what that was! It was "my gold, and my green forests," as you call it. Was it not so, Alfred? ALLMERS. Yes.
Angel Agnes

ANGEL AGNES: Or, the Heroine of the Yellow Fever Plague in Shreveport. The Strangely Romantic History and Sad Death of Miss Agnes Arnold, the Adopted Daughter of the Late Samuel Arnold, of This City. Wealthy, Lovely, and Engaged to Be Married, Yet This Devoted Girl Volunteered to Go and Nurse Yellow Fever Patients at Shreveport, Louisiana. After Three Weeks of Incessant Labor She Met with a Painful and Fatal Accident. _She Died in the Hope of a Blessed Immortality_. Her Intended Husband, Who Had Followed Her to Shreveport, Had Already Died, and the Two
RITA. [Looks at him with deep reproach.] How could you--how could you! ALLMERS. I had Asta to think of. RITA. [Angrily.] Yes, Asta! [Bitterly.] Then it was really Asta that brought us two together? ALLMERS. She knew nothing about it. She has no suspicion of it, even to this day. RITA. [Rejecting the plea.] It was Asta, nevertheless! [Smiling, with a sidelong glance of scorn. ] Or, no--it was little Eyolf. Little Eyolf, my dear! ALLMERS. Eyolf--? RITA. Yes, you used to call her Eyolf, did you not? I seem to remember your telling me so--once, in a moment of confidence. [Coming up to him.] Do you remember it--that entrancingly beautiful hour, Alfred? ALLMERS. [Recoiling, as if in horror.] I remember nothing! I will not remember! RITA. [Following him.] It was in that hour--when your other little