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"
Where
did
you
get
all
your
money
?
Speculating
?
Aunt
Pittypat
said
--
"
"
What
probing
questions
you
ask
!
"
Damn
him
!
Of
course
,
he
had
the
money
.
She
was
so
excited
it
became
difficult
to
talk
sweetly
to
him
.
"
Rhett
,
I
'm
so
upset
about
your
being
here
.
Do
n't
you
think
there
's
a
chance
of
your
getting
out
?
"
"
'
Nihil
desperandum
'
is
my
motto
.
"
"
What
does
that
mean
?
"
"
It
means
'
maybe
,
'
my
charming
ignoramus
.
"
She
fluttered
her
thick
lashes
up
to
look
at
him
and
fluttered
them
down
again
.
"
Oh
,
you
're
too
smart
to
let
them
hang
you
!
I
know
you
'll
think
of
some
clever
way
to
beat
them
and
get
out
!
And
when
you
do
--
"
"
And
when
I
do
?
"
he
asked
softly
,
leaning
closer
.
