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"
But
not
to
change
to
a
mourning
bonnet
.
I
shall
find
some
other
charming
lady
with
green
eyes
who
appreciates
my
taste
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
sha
n't
!
I
'll
die
if
I
do
n't
have
it
!
Oh
,
please
,
Rhett
,
do
n't
be
mean
!
Let
me
have
it
.
"
"
And
turn
it
into
a
fright
like
your
other
hats
?
No
.
"
She
clutched
at
the
box
.
That
sweet
thing
that
made
her
look
so
young
and
enchanting
to
be
given
to
some
other
girl
?
Oh
,
never
!
For
a
moment
she
thought
of
the
horror
of
Pitty
and
Melanie
.
She
thought
of
Ellen
and
what
she
would
say
,
and
she
shivered
.
But
vanity
was
stronger
.
"
I
wo
n't
change
it
.
I
promise
.
Now
,
do
let
me
have
it
.
"
He
gave
her
the
box
with
a
slightly
sardonic
smile
and
watched
her
while
she
put
it
on
again
and
preened
herself
.
"
How
much
is
it
?
"
she
asked
suddenly
,
her
face
falling
.
"
I
have
only
fifty
dollars
but
next
month
--
"
"
It
would
cost
about
two
thousand
dollars
,
Confederate
money
,
"
he
said
with
a
grin
at
her
woebegone
expression
.
"
Oh
,
dear
--
Well
,
suppose
I
give
you
the
fifty
now
and
then
when
I
get
--
"
"
I
do
n't
want
any
money
for
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
's
a
gift
.
"
