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Scarlett
was
silent
,
embarrassed
,
for
Melanie
's
condition
was
not
a
subject
she
could
discuss
with
a
man
.
She
was
embarrassed
,
too
,
that
Rhett
should
know
it
was
dangerous
for
Melanie
.
Such
knowledge
sat
ill
upon
a
bachelor
.
"
It
's
quite
ungallant
of
you
not
to
think
that
I
might
get
hurt
too
,
"
she
said
tartly
.
His
eyes
flickered
with
amusement
.
"
I
'd
back
you
against
the
Yankees
any
day
.
"
"
I
'm
not
sure
that
that
's
a
compliment
,
"
she
said
uncertainly
.
"
It
is
n't
,
"
he
answered
.
"
When
will
you
stop
looking
for
compliments
in
men
's
lightest
utterances
?
"
"
When
I
'm
on
my
deathbed
,
"
she
replied
and
smiled
,
thinking
that
there
would
always
be
men
to
compliment
her
,
even
if
Rhett
never
did
.
"
Vanity
,
vanity
,
"
he
said
.
"
At
least
,
you
are
frank
about
it
.
"
He
opened
his
cigar
case
,
extracted
a
black
cigar
and
held
it
to
his
nose
for
a
moment
.
A
match
flared
,
he
leaned
back
against
a
post
and
,
clasping
his
hands
about
his
knees
,
smoked
a
while
in
silence
.
Scarlett
resumed
her
rocking
and
the
still
darkness
of
the
warm
night
closed
about
them
.
The
mockingbird
,
which
nested
in
the
tangle
of
roses
and
honeysuckle
,
roused
from
slumber
and
gave
one
timid
,
liquid
note
.
Then
,
as
if
thinking
better
of
the
matter
,
it
was
silent
again
.
From
the
shadow
of
the
porch
,
Rhett
suddenly
laughed
,
a
low
,
soft
laugh
.
