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"
Oh
,
Rhett
,
whose
bonnet
is
it
?
I
'll
buy
it
.
I
'll
give
you
every
cent
I
've
got
for
it
.
"
"
It
's
your
bonnet
,
"
he
said
.
"
Who
else
could
wear
that
shade
of
green
?
Do
n't
you
think
I
carried
the
color
of
your
eyes
well
in
my
mind
?
"
"
Did
you
really
have
it
trimmed
just
for
me
?
"
"
Yes
,
and
there
's
'
Rue
de
la
Paix
'
on
the
box
,
if
that
means
anything
to
you
.
"
It
meant
nothing
to
her
,
smiling
at
her
reflection
in
the
mirror
.
Just
at
this
moment
,
nothing
mattered
to
her
except
that
she
looked
utterly
charming
in
the
first
pretty
hat
she
had
put
on
her
head
in
two
years
.
What
she
could
n't
do
with
this
hat
!
And
then
her
smile
faded
.
"
Do
n't
you
like
it
?
"
"
Oh
,
it
's
a
dream
but
--
Oh
,
I
do
hate
to
have
to
cover
this
lovely
green
with
crepe
and
dye
the
feather
black
.
"
He
was
beside
her
quickly
and
his
deft
fingers
untied
the
wide
bow
under
her
chin
.
In
a
moment
the
hat
was
back
in
its
box
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
You
said
it
was
mine
.
"
