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CAPT. M. 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._
CAPT. M. 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!'
MISS DEERCOURT. (_From her horse._) Really, Captain Mafflin! You are
more plain spoken than polite!
CAPT. M. (_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._
THE GARDEN OF EDEN
And ye shall be as--Gods!
SCENE.--_Thymy grass-plot at back of the Mahasu dak-bungalow,
overlooking little wooded valley. On the left, glimpse of the Dead
Forest of Fagoo; on the right, Simla Hills. In background, line of the
Snows._ CAPTAIN GADSBY, _now three weeks a husband, is smoking the
pipe of peace on a rug in the sunshine. Banjo and tobacco-pouch on
rug. Overhead the Fagoo eagles._ MRS. G.
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