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"
Hurt
me
?
I
'm
not
afraid
of
you
,
Rhett
Butler
,
or
of
any
man
in
shoe
leather
!
"
she
cried
,
furious
that
her
voice
shook
as
well
as
her
hands
.
"
An
admirable
sentiment
,
but
do
lower
your
voice
.
Mrs.
Wilkes
might
hear
you
.
And
pray
compose
yourself
.
"
He
sounded
as
though
delighted
at
her
flurry
.
"
Scarlett
,
you
do
like
me
,
do
n't
you
?
"
That
was
more
like
what
she
was
expecting
.
"
Well
,
sometimes
,
"
she
answered
cautiously
.
"
When
you
are
n't
acting
like
a
varmint
.
"
He
laughed
again
and
held
the
palm
of
her
hand
against
his
hard
cheek
.
"
I
think
you
like
me
because
I
am
a
varmint
.
You
've
known
so
few
dyed-inthe-wool
varmints
in
your
sheltered
life
that
my
very
difference
holds
a
quaint
charm
for
you
.
"
This
was
not
the
turn
she
had
anticipated
and
she
tried
again
without
success
to
pull
her
hand
free
.
"
That
's
not
true
!
I
like
nice
men
--
men
you
can
depend
on
to
always
be
gentlemanly
.
"
"
You
mean
men
you
can
always
bully
.
It
's
merely
a
matter
of
definition
.
But
no
matter
.
"
