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She
grabbed
his
arm
and
felt
her
tears
of
fright
splash
down
her
wrist
.
He
raised
her
hand
and
kissed
it
arily
.
"
Selfish
to
the
end
,
are
n't
you
,
my
dear
?
Thinking
only
of
your
own
precious
hide
and
not
of
the
gallant
Confederacy
.
Think
how
our
troops
will
be
heartened
by
my
eleventh-hour
appearance
.
"
There
was
a
malicious
tenderness
in
his
voice
.
"
Oh
,
Rhett
,
"
she
wailed
,
"
how
can
you
do
this
to
me
?
Why
are
you
leaving
me
?
"
"
Why
?
"
he
laughed
jauntily
.
"
Because
,
perhaps
,
of
the
betraying
sentimentality
that
lurks
in
all
of
us
Southerners
.
Perhaps
--
perhaps
because
I
am
ashamed
.
Who
knows
?
"
"
Ashamed
?
You
should
die
of
shame
.
To
desert
us
here
,
alone
,
helpless
--
"
"
Dear
Scarlett
!
You
are
n't
helpless
.
Anyone
as
selfish
and
determined
as
you
are
is
never
helpless
.
God
help
the
Yankees
if
they
should
get
you
.
"
He
stepped
abruptly
down
from
the
wagon
and
,
as
she
watched
him
,
stunned
with
bewilderment
,
he
came
around
to
her
side
of
the
wagon
.
"
Get
out
,
"
he
ordered
.
She
stared
at
him
.
He
reached
up
roughly
,
caught
her
under
the
arms
and
swung
her
to
the
ground
beside
him
.
With
a
tight
grip
on
her
he
dragged
her
several
paces
away
from
the
wagon
.
She
felt
the
dust
and
gravel
in
her
slippers
hurting
her
feet
.
The
still
hot
darkness
wrapped
her
like
a
dream
.
"
I
'm
not
asking
you
to
understand
or
forgive
.
I
do
n't
give
a
damn
whether
you
do
either
,
for
I
shall
never
understand
or
forgive
myself
for
this
idiocy
.
I
am
annoyed
at
myself
to
find
that
so
much
quixoticism
still
lingers
in
me
.
But
our
fair
Southland
needs
every
man
.
Did
n't
our
brave
Governor
Brown
say
just
that
?
Not
matter
.
I
'm
off
to
the
wars
.
"
He
laughed
suddenly
,
a
ringing
,
free
laugh
that
startled
the
echoes
in
the
dark
woods
.
