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"
Wait
!
"
cried
Scarlett
.
"
I
have
something
for
you
!
"
The
ring
came
off
and
,
as
she
started
to
throw
it
into
the
basket
,
heaped
up
with
chains
,
watches
,
rings
,
pins
and
bracelets
,
she
caught
Rhett
Butler
's
eye
.
His
lips
were
twisted
in
a
slight
smile
.
Defiantly
,
she
tossed
the
ring
onto
the
top
of
the
pile
.
"
Oh
,
my
darling
!
"
whispered
Molly
,
clutching
her
arm
,
her
eyes
blazing
with
love
and
pride
.
"
You
brave
,
brave
girl
!
Wait
--
please
,
wait
,
Lieutenant
Picard
!
I
have
something
for
you
,
too
!
"
She
was
tugging
at
her
own
wedding
ring
,
the
ring
Scarlett
knew
had
never
once
left
that
finger
since
Ashley
put
it
there
.
Scarlett
knew
,
as
no
one
did
,
how
much
it
meant
to
her
.
It
came
off
with
difficulty
and
for
a
brief
instant
was
clutched
tightly
in
the
small
palm
.
Then
it
was
laid
gently
on
the
pile
of
jewelry
.
The
two
girls
stood
looking
after
the
Zouave
who
was
moving
toward
the
group
of
elderly
ladies
in
the
corner
,
Scarlett
defiant
,
Melanie
with
a
look
more
pitiful
than
tears
.
And
neither
expression
was
lost
on
the
man
who
stood
beside
them
.
"
If
you
had
n't
been
brave
enough
to
do
it
,
I
would
never
have
been
either
,
"
said
Melly
,
putting
her
arm
about
Scarlett
's
waist
and
giving
her
a
gentle
squeeze
.
For
a
moment
Scarlett
wanted
to
shake
her
off
and
cry
"
Name
of
God
!
"
at
the
top
of
her
lungs
,
as
Gerald
did
when
he
was
irritated
,
but
she
caught
Rhett
Butler
's
eye
and
managed
a
very
sour
smile
.
It
was
annoying
the
way
Melly
always
misconstrued
her
motives
--
but
perhaps
that
was
far
preferable
to
having
her
suspect
the
truth
.
"
What
a
beautiful
gesture
,
"
said
Rhett
Butler
,
softly
.
"
It
is
such
sacrifices
as
yours
that
hearten
our
brave
lads
in
gray
.
"
Hot
words
bubbled
to
her
lips
and
it
was
with
difficulty
that
she
checked
them
.
There
was
mockery
in
everything
he
said
.
She
disliked
him
heartily
,
lounging
there
against
the
booth
.
But
there
was
something
stimulating
about
him
,
something
warm
and
vital
and
electric
.
All
that
was
Irish
in
her
rose
to
the
challenge
of
his
black
eyes
.
She
decided
she
was
going
to
take
this
man
down
a
notch
or
two
.
His
knowledge
of
her
secret
gave
him
an
advantage
over
her
that
was
exasperating
,
so
she
would
have
to
change
that
by
putting
him
at
a
disadvantage
somehow
.
She
stifled
her
impulse
to
tell
him
exactly
what
she
thought
of
him
.
Sugar
always
caught
more
flies
than
vinegar
,
as
Mammy
often
said
,
and
she
was
going
to
catch
and
subdue
this
fly
,
so
he
could
never
again
have
her
at
his
mercy
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
she
said
sweetly
,
deliberately
misunderstanding
his
jibe
.
"
A
compliment
like
that
coming
from
so
famous
a
man
as
Captain
Butler
is
appreciated
.
"
He
threw
back
his
head
and
laughed
freely
--
yelped
,
was
what
Scarlett
thought
fiercely
,
her
face
becoming
pink
again
.
"
Why
do
n't
you
say
what
you
really
think
?
"
he
demanded
,
lowering
his
voice
so
that
in
the
clatter
and
excitement
of
the
collection
,
it
came
only
to
her
ears
.
"
Why
do
n't
you
say
I
'm
a
damned
rascal
and
no
gentleman
and
that
I
must
take
myself
off
or
you
'll
have
one
of
these
gallant
boys
in
gray
call
me
out
?
"
