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Her
lips
mutinous
,
she
looked
up
into
his
eyes
and
saw
so
much
amusement
in
their
dark
depths
that
she
burst
into
laughter
.
What
a
tease
he
was
and
how
exasperating
!
If
he
did
n't
want
to
marry
her
and
did
n't
even
want
to
kiss
her
,
what
did
he
want
?
If
he
was
n't
in
love
with
her
,
why
did
he
call
so
often
and
bring
her
presents
?
"
That
's
better
,
"
he
said
.
"
Scarlett
,
I
'm
a
bad
influence
on
you
and
if
you
have
any
sense
you
will
send
me
packing
--
if
you
can
.
I
'm
very
hard
to
get
rid
of
.
But
I
'm
bad
for
you
.
"
"
Are
you
?
"
"
Ca
n't
you
see
it
?
Ever
since
I
met
you
at
the
bazaar
,
your
career
has
been
most
shocking
and
I
'm
to
blame
for
most
of
it
.
Who
encouraged
you
to
dance
?
Who
forced
you
to
admit
that
you
thought
our
glorious
Cause
was
neither
glorious
nor
sacred
?
Who
goaded
you
into
admitting
that
you
thought
men
were
fools
to
die
for
high-sounding
principles
?
Who
has
aided
you
in
giving
the
old
ladies
plenty
to
gossip
about
?
Who
is
getting
you
out
of
mourning
several
years
too
soon
?
And
who
,
to
end
all
this
,
has
lured
you
into
accepting
a
gift
which
no
lady
can
accept
and
still
remain
a
lady
?
"
"
You
flatter
yourself
,
Captain
Butler
.
I
have
n't
done
anything
so
scandalous
and
I
'd
have
done
everything
you
mentioned
without
your
aid
anyway
.
"
"
I
doubt
that
,
"
he
said
and
his
face
went
suddenly
quiet
and
somber
.
"
You
'd
still
be
the
broken-hearted
widow
of
Charles
Hamilton
and
famed
for
your
good
deeds
among
the
wounded
.
Eventually
,
however
--
"
But
she
was
not
listening
,
for
she
was
regarding
herself
pleasedly
in
the
mirror
again
,
thinking
she
would
wear
the
bonnet
to
the
hospital
this
very
afternoon
and
take
flowers
to
the
convalescent
officers
.
That
there
was
truth
in
his
last
words
did
not
occur
to
her
.
She
did
not
see
that
Rhett
had
pried
open
the
prison
of
her
widowhood
and
set
her
free
to
queen
it
over
unmarried
girls
when
her
days
as
a
belle
should
have
been
long
past
.
Nor
did
she
see
that
under
his
influence
she
had
come
a
long
way
from
Ellen
's
teachings
.
The
change
had
been
so
gradual
,
the
flouting
of
one
small
convention
seeming
to
have
no
connection
with
the
flouting
of
another
,
and
none
of
them
any
connection
with
Rhett
.
She
did
not
realize
that
,
with
his
encouragement
,
she
had
disregarded
many
of
the
sternest
injunctions
of
her
mother
concerning
the
proprieties
,
forgotten
the
difficult
lessons
in
being
a
lady
.
