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"
But
there
,
you
're
young
.
'
Twill
come
to
you
,
this
love
of
land
.
There
's
no
getting
away
from
it
,
if
you
're
Irish
.
You
're
just
a
child
and
bothered
about
your
beaux
.
When
you
're
older
,
you
'll
be
seeing
how
'
tis
...
.
Now
,
do
you
be
making
up
your
mind
about
Cade
or
the
twins
or
one
of
Evan
Munroe
's
young
bucks
,
and
see
how
fine
I
turn
you
out
!
"
"
Oh
,
Pa
!
"
By
this
time
,
Gerald
was
thoroughly
tired
of
the
conversation
and
thoroughly
annoyed
that
the
problem
should
be
upon
his
shoulders
.
He
felt
aggrieved
,
moreover
,
that
Scarlett
should
still
look
desolate
after
being
offered
the
best
of
the
County
boys
and
Tara
,
too
.
Gerald
liked
his
gifts
to
be
received
with
clapping
of
hands
and
kisses
.
"
Now
,
none
of
your
pouts
,
Miss.
.
It
does
n't
matter
who
you
marry
,
as
long
as
he
thinks
like
you
and
is
a
gentleman
and
a
Southerner
and
prideful
.
For
a
woman
,
love
comes
after
marriage
.
"
"
Oh
,
Pa
,
that
's
such
an
Old
Country
notion
!
"
"
And
a
good
notion
it
is
!
All
this
American
business
of
running
around
marrying
for
love
,
like
servants
,
like
Yankees
!
The
best
marriages
are
when
the
parents
choose
for
the
girl
.
For
how
can
a
silly
piece
like
yourself
tell
a
good
man
from
a
scoundrel
?
Now
,
look
at
the
Wilkes
.
What
's
kept
them
prideful
and
strong
all
these
generations
?
Why
,
marrying
the
likes
of
themselves
,
marrying
the
cousins
their
family
always
expects
them
to
marry
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
cried
Scarlett
,
fresh
pain
striking
her
as
Gerald
's
words
brought
home
the
terrible
inevitability
of
the
truth
.
Gerald
looked
at
her
bowed
head
and
shuffled
his
feet
uneasily
.
"
It
's
not
crying
you
are
?
"
he
questioned
,
fumbling
clumsily
at
her
chin
,
trying
to
turn
her
face
upward
,
his
own
face
furrowed
with
pity
.
