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"
The
Yankees
would
n't
hurt
me
!
How
can
you
say
such
a
lie
?
"
"
My
dear
girl
,
the
Yankees
are
n't
fiends
.
They
have
n't
horns
and
hoofs
,
as
you
seem
to
think
.
They
are
pretty
much
like
Southerners
--
except
with
worse
manners
,
of
course
,
and
terrible
accents
.
"
"
Why
,
the
Yankees
would
--
"
"
Rape
you
?
I
think
not
.
Though
,
of
course
,
they
'd
want
to
.
"
"
If
you
are
going
to
talk
vilely
I
shall
go
into
the
house
,
"
she
cried
,
grateful
that
the
shadows
hid
her
crimson
face
.
"
Be
frank
.
Was
n't
that
what
you
were
thinking
?
"
"
Oh
,
certainly
not
!
"
"
Oh
,
but
it
was
!
No
use
getting
mad
at
me
for
reading
your
thoughts
.
That
's
what
all
our
delicately
nurtured
and
pure-minded
Southern
ladies
think
.
They
have
it
on
their
minds
constantly
.
I
'll
wager
even
dowagers
like
Mrs.
Merriwether
...
"
Scarlett
gulped
in
silence
,
remembering
that
wherever
two
or
more
matrons
were
gathered
together
,
in
these
trying
days
,
they
whispered
of
such
happenings
,
always
in
Virginia
or
Tennessee
or
Lousiana
,
never
close
to
home
.
The
Yankees
raped
women
and
ran
bayonets
through
children
's
stomachs
and
burned
houses
over
the
heads
of
old
people
.
Everyone
knew
these
things
were
true
even
if
they
did
n't
shout
them
on
the
street
corners
.
And
if
Rhett
had
any
decency
he
would
realize
they
were
true
.
And
not
talk
about
them
.
And
it
was
n't
any
laughing
matter
either
.
She
could
hear
him
chuckling
softly
.
Sometimes
he
was
odious
.
In
fact
,
most
of
the
time
he
was
odious
.
It
was
awful
for
a
man
to
know
what
women
really
thought
about
and
talked
about
.
