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He
bowed
carelessly
and
taking
Scarlett
's
arm
pulled
her
to
her
feet
and
propelled
her
into
the
dingy
orderly
room
.
She
was
never
to
remember
what
the
room
looked
like
except
that
it
was
small
and
dim
and
none
too
warm
and
there
were
handwritten
papers
tacked
on
the
mutilated
walls
and
chairs
which
had
cowhide
seats
with
the
hair
still
on
them
.
When
he
had
closed
the
door
behind
them
,
Rhett
came
to
her
swiftly
and
bent
over
her
.
Knowing
his
desire
,
she
turned
her
head
quickly
but
smiled
provocatively
at
him
out
of
the
corners
of
her
eyes
.
"
Ca
n't
I
really
kiss
you
now
?
"
"
On
the
forehead
,
like
a
good
brother
,
"
she
answered
demurely
.
"
Thank
you
,
no
.
I
prefer
to
wait
and
hope
for
better
things
.
"
His
eyes
sought
her
lips
and
lingered
there
a
moment
.
"
But
how
good
of
you
to
come
to
see
me
,
Scarlett
!
You
are
the
first
respectable
citizen
who
has
called
on
me
since
my
incarceration
,
and
being
in
jail
makes
one
appreciate
friends
.
When
did
you
come
to
town
?
"
"
Yesterday
afternoon
.
"
"
And
you
came
out
this
morning
?
Why
,
my
dear
,
you
are
more
than
good
.
"
He
smiled
down
at
her
with
the
first
expression
of
honest
pleasure
she
had
ever
seen
on
his
face
.
Scarlett
smiled
inwardly
with
excitement
and
ducked
her
head
as
if
embarrassed
.
"
Of
course
,
I
came
out
right
away
.
Aunt
Pitty
told
me
about
you
last
night
and
I
--
I
just
could
n't
sleep
all
night
for
thinking
how
awful
it
was
.
Rhett
,
I
'm
so
distressed
!
"
"
Why
,
Scarlett
!
"
