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Page 695 of Plays / by Clyde Fitch ; edited, with an introd., by Montrose J. Moses and Virginia Gerson. (vol. 2)

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THE CLIMBERS that have cherished her, made her life, and gives her whole self, her love, her body, and even her soul sometimes - for love, often overwhelms us women -to the man who, she believes, wants, starves, for her gifts. All that a woman who marries for love feels at the altar I tell you a man can't understand ! You treated this gift of mine, Dick, like a child does a Santa Claus plaything - for a while you were never happy away from it, then you grew accustomed to it, then you broke it, and now you have even lost the broken pieces! STERLING. [Comes to her, growing more and more determined.] I will find them, and put them together again. BLANCHE. [Again smiles sadly and shakes her head.] First we made of every Tuesday a festival - our wedding anniversary. After a while we kept the twenty-eighth cf every month ! The second 695