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I didn’t write them letters. I said I didn’t write them letters. All this time I was afraid that you’d find me out. This good noble man from Panama. I have all of your letters here. I look at them every day. I have one that looks as though it’s weeping, because the words fade away into nothing, and another that looks as though it’s been through a hard day, because there’s a smudge of dirt in each corner, and it smells of kerosene and burnt sugar. [...]
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Who wrote them letters, George? Tell me! YOU TELL ME! I ain’t really Mrs. Armstrong, am I? I been holding on to that, and that woman ain’t real. We more strangers now, than on the eve of our wedding. At least I knew who I was back then. But I ain’t gonna let you hurt that woman. No! She’s a good decent woman and worthy. Worthy!
Nottage, Lynn. Intimate Apparel. Dramatists Play Service, New York, NY, 2005. pp. 51-52.
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