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She
felt
like
snapping
out
abruptly
:
"
To
hell
with
everybody
in
the
South
!
What
about
us
?
"
but
she
remained
silent
because
the
tired
feeling
was
back
on
her
more
strongly
than
ever
.
Ashley
was
n't
being
any
help
at
all
.
"
In
the
end
what
will
happen
will
be
what
has
happened
whenever
a
civilization
breaks
up
.
The
people
who
have
brains
and
courage
come
through
and
the
ones
who
have
n't
are
winnowed
out
.
At
least
,
it
has
been
interesting
,
if
not
comfortable
,
to
witness
a
Gotterdammerung
.
"
"
A
what
?
"
"
A
dusk
of
the
gods
.
Unfortunately
,
we
Southerners
did
think
we
were
gods
.
"
"
For
Heaven
's
sake
,
Ashley
Wilkes
!
Do
n't
stand
there
and
talk
nonsense
at
me
when
it
's
us
who
are
going
to
be
winnowed
out
!
"
Something
of
her
exasperated
weariness
seemed
to
penetrate
his
mind
,
calling
it
back
from
its
wanderings
,
for
he
raised
her
hands
with
tenderness
and
,
turning
them
palm
up
,
looked
at
the
calluses
.
"
These
are
the
most
beautiful
hands
I
know
,
"
he
said
and
kissed
each
palm
lightly
.
"
They
are
beautiful
because
they
are
strong
and
every
callus
is
a
medal
,
Scarlett
,
every
blister
an
award
for
bravery
and
unselfishness
.
They
've
been
roughened
for
all
of
us
,
your
father
,
the
girls
,
Melanie
,
the
baby
,
the
negroes
and
for
me
.
My
dear
,
I
know
what
you
are
thinking
.
You
're
thinking
,
'
Here
stands
an
impractical
fool
talking
tommyrot
about
dead
gods
when
living
people
are
in
danger
.
'
Is
n't
that
true
?
"
She
nodded
,
wishing
he
would
keep
on
holding
her
hands
forever
,
but
he
dropped
them
.
"
And
you
came
to
me
,
hoping
I
could
help
you
.
Well
,
I
ca
n't
.
"
His
eyes
were
bitter
as
he
looked
toward
the
axe
and
the
pile
of
logs
.
