Come to the window.
Why?
Please, sir. Quick!
What is it?
Look, look. It is her!
Who?
The OUTLAW!
How can you tell?
See, there are the banners with her name on it; Missy whatever she’s called.
Missy OUTLAW. But she is not alone.
No, there is the crowd.
It is unimaginable.
There must be thousands.
More than than.
Millions then.
Billions rather.
Oh dear, I am not feeling well. I need to sit down.
Are you all right?
No, I think it is my heart.
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