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The only form of human love that atrophies the heart is the love / of self.
Marion Wright sat in the centre seat of the third row of the stalls, / shivering in spite of her sables. It was the dress rehearsal of her / first play, that play on which she had spent herself to the verge of / mental bankruptcy.