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Little Eyolf

Creator: Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906
Translator: Archer, William, 1856-1924
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RITA. [Turns her head, and nods to her.] What! is that you, Asta? Come all the way from town so early? ASTA. [Takes of her things, and lays them on a chair beside the door.] Yes, such a restless feeling came over me. I felt I must come out to-day, and see how little Eyolf was getting on--and you too. [Lays the portfolio on the table beside the sofa.] So I took the steamer, and here I am. RITA. [Smiling to her.] And I daresay you met one or other of your friends on board? Quite by chance, of course. ASTA. [Quietly.] No, I did not meet a soul I knew. [Sees the bag.] Why, Rita, what have you got there? RITA. [Still unpacking.] Alfred's travelling-bag. Don't you recognise it? ASTA. [Joyfully, approaching her.] What! Has Alfred come home? RITA. Yes, only think--he came quite unexpectedly by the late train last night. ASTA. Oh, then that was what my feeling meant! It was that that
The Bible, King James version, Book 32: Jonah

Book 32 Jonah 32:001:001 Now the word of the LORD came unto Jonah the son of Amittai, saying, 32:001:002 Arise, go to Nineveh, that great city, and cry against it; for their wickedness is come up before me. 32:001:003 But Jonah rose up to flee unto Tarshish from the presence of the LORD, and went down to Joppa; and he found a ship going to Tarshish: so he paid the fare thereof, and went down into it, to go with them unto Tarshish from the presence of the LORD. 32:001:004 But the LORD sent out a great wind into the sea, and there was a mighty tempest in the sea, so that the ship was like to be broken. 32:001:005 Then the mariners were afraid, and cried every man unto his god, and cast forth the wares that were in the ship into the sea, to lighten it of them. But Jonah was gone down into the sides of the ship; and he lay, and was fast asleep.
drew me out here! And he hadn't written a line to let you know? Not even a post-card? RITA. Not a single word. ASTA. Did he not even telegraph? RITA. Yes, an hour before he arrived--quite curtly and coldly. [Laughs.] Don't you think that was like him, Asta? ASTA. Yes; he goes so quietly about everything. RITA. But that made it all the more delightful to have him again. ASTA. Yes, I am sure it would. RITA. A whole fortnight before I expected him! ASTA. And is he quite well? Not in low spirits? RITA. [Closes the bag with a snap, and smiles at her.] He looked quite transfigured as he stood in the doorway. ASTA. And was he not the least bit tired either? RITA. Oh, yes, he seemed to be tired enough--very tired, in fact.