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"
So
you
have
been
doing
very
nicely
at
Tara
,
have
you
?
Cleared
so
much
money
on
the
cotton
you
can
go
visiting
.
What
have
you
been
doing
with
your
hands
--
plowing
?
"
She
tried
to
wrench
them
away
but
he
held
them
hard
,
running
his
thumbs
over
the
calluses
.
"
These
are
not
the
hands
of
a
lady
,
"
he
said
and
tossed
them
into
her
lap
.
"
Oh
,
shut
up
!
"
she
cried
,
feeling
a
momentary
intense
relief
at
being
able
to
speak
her
feelings
.
"
Whose
business
is
it
what
I
do
with
my
hands
?
"
What
a
fool
I
am
,
she
thought
vehemently
.
I
should
have
borrowed
or
stolen
Aunt
Pitty
's
gloves
.
But
I
did
n't
realize
my
hands
looked
so
bad
.
Of
course
,
he
would
notice
them
.
And
now
I
've
lost
my
temper
and
probably
ruined
everything
.
Oh
,
to
have
this
happen
when
he
was
right
at
the
point
of
a
declaration
!
"
Your
hands
are
certainly
no
business
of
mine
,
"
said
Rhett
coolly
and
lounged
back
in
his
chair
indolently
,
his
face
a
smooth
blank
.
So
he
was
going
to
be
difficult
.
Well
,
she
'd
have
to
bear
it
meekly
,
much
as
she
disliked
it
,
if
she
expected
to
snatch
victory
from
this
debacle
.
Perhaps
if
she
sweet-talked
him
--
"
I
think
you
're
real
rude
to
throw
off
on
my
poor
hands
.
Just
because
I
went
riding
last
week
without
my
gloves
and
ruined
them
--
"
"
Riding
,
hell
!
"
he
said
in
the
same
level
voice
.
"
You
've
been
working
with
those
hands
,
working
like
a
nigger
.
What
's
the
answer
?
Why
did
you
lie
to
me
about
everything
being
nice
at
Tara
?
"
