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He
was
grinning
now
.
She
could
just
see
his
white
teeth
in
the
faint
light
and
the
old
mockery
was
back
in
his
eyes
.
"
Leaving
us
?
Where
--
where
are
you
going
?
"
"
I
am
going
,
dear
girl
,
with
the
army
.
"
She
sighed
with
relief
and
irritation
.
Why
did
he
joke
at
this
time
of
all
times
?
Rhett
in
the
army
!
After
all
he
'd
said
about
stupid
fools
who
were
enticed
into
losing
their
lives
by
a
roll
of
drums
and
brave
words
from
orators
--
fools
who
killed
themselves
that
wise
men
might
make
money
!
"
Oh
,
I
could
choke
you
for
scaring
me
so
!
Let
's
get
on
.
"
"
I
'm
not
joking
,
my
dear
.
And
I
am
hurt
,
Scarlett
,
that
you
do
not
take
my
gallant
sacrifice
with
better
spirit
.
Where
is
your
patriotism
,
your
love
for
Our
Glorious
Cause
?
Now
is
your
chance
to
tell
me
to
return
with
my
shield
or
on
it
.
But
,
talk
fast
,
for
I
want
time
to
make
a
brave
speech
before
departing
for
the
wars
.
"
His
drawling
voice
gibed
in
her
ears
.
He
was
jeering
at
her
and
,
somehow
,
she
knew
he
was
jeering
at
himself
too
.
What
was
he
talking
about
?
Patriotism
,
shields
,
brave
speeches
?
It
was
n't
possible
that
he
meant
what
he
was
saying
.
It
just
was
n't
believable
that
he
could
talk
so
blithely
of
leaving
her
here
on
this
dark
road
with
a
woman
who
might
be
dying
,
a
new-born
infant
,
a
foolish
black
wench
and
a
frightened
child
,
leaving
her
to
pilot
them
through
miles
of
battle
fields
and
stragglers
and
Yankees
and
fire
and
God
knows
what
.
Once
,
when
she
was
six
years
old
,
she
had
fallen
from
a
tree
,
flat
on
her
stomach
.
She
could
still
recall
that
sickening
interval
before
breath
came
back
into
her
body
.
Now
,
as
she
looked
at
Rhett
,
she
felt
the
same
way
she
had
felt
then
,
breathless
,
stunned
,
nauseated
.
"
Rhett
,
you
are
joking
!
"
