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 —For your life and your love—ride, Gaddy!—And God bless you!

Throws half-a-pound of rice at G., who disappears, bowed forward on the saddle, in a cloud of sunlit dust.

—I've lost old Gaddy. (Lights cigarette and strolls off, singing absently):— You may carve it on his tombstone, you may cut it on his card, That a young man married is a young man marred!

(from her horse).—Really, Captain Mafflin! You are more plainspoken than polite!

(aside).—They say marriage is like cholera. Wonder who'll be the next victim.

''White satin slipper slides from his sleeve and falls at his feet. Left wondering''.