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"
Well
,
if
you
think
I
'll
marry
you
to
pay
for
the
bonnet
,
I
wo
n't
,
"
she
said
daringly
and
gave
her
head
a
saucy
flirt
that
set
the
plume
to
bobbing
.
His
white
teeth
gleamed
under
his
little
mustache
.
"
Madam
,
you
flatter
yourself
,
I
do
not
want
to
marry
you
or
anyone
else
.
I
am
not
a
marrying
man
.
"
"
Indeed
!
"
she
cried
,
taken
aback
and
now
determined
that
he
should
take
some
liberty
.
"
I
do
n't
even
intend
to
kiss
you
,
either
.
"
"
Then
why
is
your
mouth
all
pursed
up
in
that
ridiculous
way
?
"
"
Oh
!
"
she
cried
as
she
caught
a
glimpse
of
herself
and
saw
that
her
red
lips
were
indeed
in
the
proper
pose
for
a
kiss
.
"
Oh
!
"
she
cried
again
,
losing
her
temper
and
stamping
her
foot
.
"
You
are
the
horridest
man
I
have
ever
seen
and
I
do
n't
care
if
I
never
lay
eyes
on
you
again
!
"
"
If
you
really
felt
that
way
,
you
'd
stamp
on
the
bonnet
.
My
,
what
a
passion
you
are
in
and
it
's
quite
becoming
,
as
you
probably
know
.
Come
,
Scarlett
,
stamp
on
the
bonnet
to
show
me
what
you
think
of
me
and
my
presents
.
"
"
Do
n't
you
dare
touch
this
bonnet
,
"
she
said
,
clutching
it
by
the
bow
and
retreating
.
He
came
after
her
,
laughing
softly
and
took
her
hands
in
his
.
"
Oh
,
Scarlett
,
you
are
so
young
you
wring
my
heart
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
I
shall
kiss
you
,
as
you
seem
to
expect
it
,
"
and
leaning
down
carelessly
,
his
mustache
just
grazed
her
cheek
.
"
Now
,
do
you
feel
that
you
must
slap
me
to
preserve
the
proprieties
?
"
