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He
kissed
her
palm
again
,
and
again
the
skin
on
the
back
of
her
neck
crawled
excitingly
.
"
But
you
do
like
me
.
Could
you
ever
love
me
,
Scarlett
?
"
"
Ah
!
"
she
thought
,
triumphantly
.
"
Now
I
've
got
him
!
"
And
she
answered
with
studied
coolness
:
"
Indeed
,
no
.
That
is
--
not
unless
you
mended
your
manners
considerably
.
"
"
And
I
have
no
intention
of
mending
them
.
So
you
could
not
love
me
?
That
is
as
I
hoped
.
For
while
I
like
you
immensely
,
I
do
not
love
you
and
it
would
be
tragic
indeed
for
you
to
suffer
twice
from
unrequited
love
,
would
n't
it
,
dear
?
May
I
call
you
'
dear
,
'
Mrs.
Hamilton
?
I
shall
call
you
'
dear
'
whether
you
like
it
or
not
,
so
no
matter
,
but
the
proprieties
must
be
observed
.
"
"
You
do
n't
love
me
?
"
"
No
,
indeed
.
Did
you
hope
that
I
did
?
"
"
Do
n't
be
so
presumptuous
!
"
"
You
hoped
!
Alas
,
to
blight
your
hopes
!
I
should
love
you
,
for
you
are
charming
and
talented
at
many
useless
accomplishments
.
But
many
ladies
have
charm
and
accomplishments
and
are
just
as
useless
as
you
are
.
No
,
I
do
n't
love
you
.
But
I
do
like
you
tremendously
--
for
the
elasticity
of
your
conscience
,
for
the
selfishness
which
you
seldom
trouble
to
hide
,
and
for
the
shrewd
practicality
in
you
which
,
I
fear
,
you
get
from
some
not
too
remote
Irish-peasant
ancestor
.
"
Peasant
!
Why
,
he
was
insulting
her
!
She
began
to
splutter
wordlessly
.
"
Do
n't
interrupt
,
"
he
begged
,
squeezing
her
hand
.
"
I
like
you
because
I
have
those
same
qualities
in
me
and
like
begets
liking
.
I
realize
you
still
cherish
the
memory
of
the
godlike
and
wooden-headed
Mr.
