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He
looked
as
if
he
were
enjoying
himself
and
when
he
spoke
there
was
suave
brutality
in
his
voice
.
"
No
,
I
'm
not
,
"
he
said
.
For
a
moment
her
mind
could
not
adjust
itself
to
his
words
.
"
I
could
n't
give
it
to
you
,
even
if
I
wanted
to
.
I
have
n't
a
cent
on
me
.
Not
a
dollar
in
Atlanta
.
I
have
some
money
,
yes
,
but
not
here
.
And
I
'm
not
saying
where
it
is
or
how
much
.
But
if
I
tried
to
draw
a
draft
on
it
,
the
Yankees
would
be
on
me
like
a
duck
on
a
June
bug
and
then
neither
of
us
would
get
it
.
What
do
you
think
of
that
?
"
Her
face
went
an
ugly
green
,
freckles
suddenly
standing
out
across
her
nose
and
her
contorted
mouth
was
like
Gerald
's
in
a
killing
rage
.
She
sprang
to
her
feet
with
an
incoherent
cry
which
made
the
hum
of
voices
in
the
next
room
cease
suddenly
.
Swift
as
a
panther
,
Rhett
was
beside
her
,
his
heavy
hand
across
her
mouth
,
his
arm
tight
about
her
waist
.
She
struggled
against
him
madly
,
trying
to
bite
his
hand
,
to
kick
his
legs
,
to
scream
her
rage
,
despair
,
hate
,
her
agony
of
broken
pride
.
She
bent
and
twisted
every
way
against
the
iron
of
his
arm
,
her
heart
near
bursting
,
her
tight
stays
cutting
off
her
breath
.
He
held
her
so
tightly
,
so
roughly
that
it
hurt
and
the
hand
over
her
mouth
pinched
into
her
jaws
cruelly
.
His
face
was
white
under
its
tan
,
his
eyes
hard
and
anxious
as
he
lifted
her
completely
off
her
feet
,
swung
her
up
against
his
chest
and
sat
down
in
the
chair
,
holding
her
writhing
in
his
lap
.
"
Darling
,
for
God
's
sake
!
Stop
!
Hush
!
Do
n't
yell
.
They
'll
be
in
here
in
a
minute
if
you
do
.
Do
calm
yourself
.
Do
you
want
the
Yankees
to
see
you
like
this
?
"
She
was
beyond
caring
who
saw
her
,
beyond
anything
except
a
fiery
desire
to
kill
him
,
but
dizziness
was
sweeping
her
.
She
could
not
breathe
;
he
was
choking
her
;
her
stays
were
like
a
swiftly
compressing
band
of
iron
;
his
arms
about
her
made
her
shake
with
helpless
hate
and
fury
.
Then
his
voice
became
thin
and
dim
and
his
face
above
her
swirled
in
a
sickening
mist
which
became
heavier
and
heavier
until
she
no
longer
saw
him
--
or
anything
else
.
When
she
made
feeble
swimming
motions
to
come
back
to
consciousness
,
she
was
tired
to
her
bones
,
weak
,
bewildered
.
She
was
lying
back
in
the
chair
,
her
bonnet
off
,
Rhett
was
slapping
her
wrist
,
his
black
eyes
searching
her
face
anxiously
.
The
nice
young
captain
was
trying
to
pour
a
glass
of
brandy
into
her
mouth
and
had
spilled
it
down
her
neck
.
The
other
officers
hovered
helplessly
about
,
whispering
and
waving
their
hands
.
"
I
--
guess
I
must
have
fainted
,
"
she
said
,
and
her
voice
sounded
so
far
away
it
frightened
her
.
