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"
Well
,
I
'm
glad
to
learn
you
are
ashamed
of
the
way
you
treated
me
.
"
"
You
misunderstand
.
I
regret
to
say
that
my
conscience
has
not
troubled
me
at
all
about
deserting
you
.
But
as
for
enlisting
--
when
I
think
of
joining
the
army
in
varnished
boots
and
a
white
linen
suit
and
armed
with
only
a
pair
of
dueling
pistols
--
And
those
long
cold
miles
in
the
snow
after
my
boots
wore
out
and
I
had
no
overcoat
and
nothing
to
eat
...
I
can
not
understand
why
I
did
not
desert
.
It
was
all
the
purest
insanity
.
But
it
's
in
one
's
blood
.
Southerners
can
never
resist
a
losing
cause
.
But
never
mind
my
reasons
.
It
's
enough
that
I
'm
forgiven
.
"
"
You
're
not
.
I
think
you
're
a
hound
.
"
But
she
caressed
the
last
word
until
it
might
have
been
"
darling
.
"
"
Do
n't
fib
.
You
've
forgiven
me
.
Young
ladies
do
n't
dare
Yankee
sentries
to
see
a
prisoner
,
just
for
charity
's
sweet
sake
,
and
come
all
dressed
up
in
velvet
and
feathers
and
seal
muffs
too
.
Scarlett
,
how
pretty
you
look
!
Thank
God
,
you
are
n't
in
rags
or
mourning
!
I
get
so
sick
of
women
in
dowdy
old
clothes
and
perpetual
crepe
.
You
look
like
the
Rue
de
la
Paix
.
Turn
around
,
my
dear
,
and
let
me
look
at
you
.
"
So
he
had
noticed
the
dress
.
Of
course
,
he
would
notice
such
things
,
being
Rhett
.
She
laughed
in
soft
excitement
and
spun
about
on
her
toes
,
her
arms
extended
,
her
hoops
tilting
up
to
show
her
lace
trimmed
pantalets
.
His
black
eyes
took
her
in
from
bonnet
to
heels
in
a
glance
that
missed
nothing
,
that
old
impudent
unclothing
glance
which
always
gave
her
goose
bumps
.
"
You
look
very
prosperous
and
very
,
very
tidy
.
And
almost
good
enough
to
eat
.
If
it
was
n't
for
the
Yankees
outside
--
but
you
are
quite
safe
,
my
dear
.
Sit
down
.
I
wo
n't
take
advantage
of
you
as
I
did
the
last
time
I
saw
you
.
"
He
rubbed
his
cheek
with
pseudo
ruefulness
.
"
Honestly
,
Scarlett
,
do
n't
you
think
you
were
a
bit
selfish
that
night
?
Think
of
all
I
had
done
for
you
,
risked
my
life
--
stolen
a
horse
--
and
such
a
horse
!
Rushed
to
the
defense
of
Our
Glorious
Cause
!
And
what
did
I
get
for
my
pains
?
Some
hard
words
and
a
very
hard
slap
in
the
face
.
"
She
sat
down
.
The
conversation
was
not
going
in
quite
the
direction
she
hoped
.
He
had
seemed
so
nice
when
he
first
saw
her
,
so
genuinely
glad
she
had
come
.
He
had
almost
seemed
like
a
human
being
and
not
the
perverse
wretch
she
knew
so
well
.
"
Must
you
always
get
something
for
your
pains
?
"
"
Why
,
of
course
!
I
am
a
monster
of
selfishness
,
as
you
ought
to
know
.
I
always
expect
payment
for
anything
I
give
.
"
