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"
Well
,
I
--
"
and
she
managed
a
pretty
confusion
and
a
blush
.
The
blush
was
not
difficult
for
she
was
breathless
and
her
heart
was
beating
like
a
drum
.
"
Rhett
,
I
'm
so
sorry
about
what
I
--
I
said
to
you
that
night
--
you
know
--
at
Rough
and
Ready
.
I
was
--
oh
,
so
very
frightened
and
upset
and
you
were
so
--
so
--
"
She
looked
down
and
saw
his
brown
hand
tighten
over
hers
.
"
And
--
I
thought
then
that
I
'd
never
,
never
forgive
you
!
But
when
Aunt
Pitty
told
me
yesterday
that
you
--
that
they
might
hang
you
--
it
came
over
me
of
a
sudden
and
I
--
I
--
"
She
looked
up
into
his
eyes
with
one
swift
imploring
glance
and
in
it
she
put
an
agony
of
heartbreak
.
"
Oh
,
Rhett
,
I
'd
die
if
they
hanged
you
!
I
could
n't
bear
it
!
You
see
,
I
--
"
And
,
because
she
could
not
longer
sustain
the
hot
leaping
light
that
was
in
his
eyes
,
her
lids
fluttered
down
again
.
In
a
moment
I
'll
be
crying
,
she
thought
in
a
frenzy
of
wonder
and
excitement
.
Shall
I
let
myself
cry
?
Would
that
seem
more
natural
?
He
said
quickly
:
"
My
God
,
Scarlett
,
you
ca
n't
mean
that
you
--
"
and
his
hands
closed
over
hers
in
so
hard
a
grip
that
it
hurt
.
She
shut
her
eyes
tightly
,
trying
to
squeeze
out
tears
,
but
remembered
to
turn
her
face
up
slightly
so
he
could
kiss
her
with
no
difficulty
.
Now
,
in
an
instant
his
lips
would
be
upon
hers
,
the
hard
insistent
lips
which
she
suddenly
remembered
with
a
vividness
that
left
her
weak
.
But
he
did
not
kiss
her
.
Disappointment
queerly
stirring
her
,
she
opened
her
eyes
a
trifle
and
ventured
a
peep
at
him
.
His
black
head
was
bent
over
her
hands
and
,
as
she
watched
,
he
lifted
one
and
kissed
it
and
,
taking
the
other
,
laid
it
against
his
cheek
for
a
moment
.
Expecting
violence
,
this
gentle
and
loverlike
gesture
startled
her
.
She
wondered
what
expression
was
on
his
face
but
could
not
tell
for
his
head
was
bowed
.
She
quickly
lowered
her
gaze
lest
he
should
look
up
suddenly
and
see
the
expression
on
her
face
.
She
knew
that
the
feeling
of
triumph
surging
through
her
was
certain
to
be
plain
in
her
eyes
.
In
a
moment
he
would
ask
her
to
marry
him
--
or
at
least
say
that
he
loved
her
and
then
...
As
she
watched
him
through
the
veil
of
her
lashes
he
turned
her
hand
over
,
palm
up
,
to
kiss
it
too
,
and
suddenly
he
drew
a
quick
breath
.
Looking
down
she
saw
her
own
palm
,
saw
it
as
it
really
was
for
the
first
time
in
a
year
,
and
a
cold
sinking
fear
gripped
her
.
This
was
a
stranger
's
palm
,
not
Scarlett
O'Hara
's
soft
,
white
,
dimpled
,
helpless
one
.
This
hand
was
rough
from
work
,
brown
with
sunburn
,
splotched
with
freckles
.
The
nails
were
broken
and
irregular
,
there
were
heavy
calluses
on
the
cushions
of
the
palm
,
a
half-healed
blister
on
the
thumb
.
The
red
scar
which
boiling
fat
had
left
last
month
was
ugly
and
glaring
.
She
looked
at
it
in
horror
and
,
before
she
thought
,
she
swiftly
clenched
her
fist
.
Still
he
did
not
raise
his
head
.
Still
she
could
not
see
his
face
.
He
pried
her
fist
open
inexorably
and
stared
at
it
,
picked
up
her
other
hand
and
held
them
both
together
silently
,
looking
down
at
them
.
"
Look
at
me
,
"
he
said
finally
raising
his
head
,
and
his
voice
was
very
quiet
.
"
And
drop
that
demure
expression
.
"
Unwillingly
she
met
his
eyes
,
defiance
and
perturbation
on
her
face
.
His
black
brows
were
up
and
his
eyes
gleamed
.
