Countess DeLave:
But whither... Whither shall I fly?
Miriam Aarons:
To the arms our our pet cowboy, darling!
Countess DeLave:
[Gasps]
Miriam Aarons!
Miriam Aarons:
Why, he's plum loco for you, countess! He likes you even better than his horse! And it's such a blasted big horse, too!
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