Content
Bless my soul, how unreasonable you are! _[Sits down on the sofa.]_ Be nice now, Doctor Rank, and tomorrow you will see how beautifully I shall dance, and you can imagine I am doing it all for you--and for Torvald too, of course. _[Takes various things out of the box.]_ Doctor Rank, come and sit down here, and I will show you something.
Sara had not looked toward it as she came in.
Mr Tate and Vincent Heron stood at the window, talking, jesting, gazing out at the bleak rain, moving their heads.
I was very curious to know what I had said or done to cause her so much perturbation a moment before and so I continued to importune her to enlighten me.
