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Her
jaw
line
tightened
to
squareness
and
her
eyes
went
emerald
.
"
You
remember
that
night
on
Aunt
Pitty
's
porch
,
during
the
siege
?
You
said
--
you
said
then
that
you
wanted
me
.
"
He
leaned
back
carelessly
in
his
chair
and
looked
into
her
tense
face
and
his
own
dark
face
was
inscrutable
.
Something
flickered
behind
his
eyes
but
he
said
nothing
.
"
You
said
--
you
said
you
'd
never
wanted
a
woman
as
much
as
you
wanted
me
.
If
you
still
want
me
,
you
can
have
me
.
Rhett
,
I
'll
do
anything
you
say
but
,
for
God
's
sake
,
write
me
a
draft
for
the
money
!
My
word
's
good
.
I
swear
it
.
I
wo
n't
go
back
on
it
.
I
'll
put
it
in
writing
if
you
like
.
"
He
looked
at
her
oddly
,
still
inscrutable
and
as
she
hurried
on
she
could
not
tell
if
he
were
amused
or
repelled
.
If
he
would
only
say
something
,
anything
!
She
felt
her
cheeks
getting
hot
.
"
I
have
got
to
have
the
money
soon
,
Rhett
.
They
'll
turn
us
out
in
the
road
and
that
damned
overseer
of
Father
's
will
own
the
place
and
--
"
"
Just
a
minute
.
What
makes
you
think
I
still
want
you
?
What
makes
you
think
you
are
worth
three
hundred
dollars
?
Most
women
do
n't
come
that
high
.
"
She
blushed
to
her
hair
line
and
her
humiliation
was
complete
.
"
Why
are
you
doing
this
?
Why
not
let
the
farm
go
and
live
at
Miss
Pittypat
's
.
You
own
half
that
house
.
"
"
Name
of
God
!
"
she
cried
.
"
Are
you
a
fool
?
I
ca
n't
let
Tara
go
.
It
's
home
.
I
wo
n't
let
it
go
.
Not
while
I
've
got
breath
left
in
me
!
"
