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"
Drink
this
,
"
said
Rhett
,
taking
the
glass
and
pushing
it
against
her
lips
.
Now
she
remembered
and
glared
feebly
at
him
but
she
was
too
tired
for
anger
.
"
Please
,
for
my
sake
.
"
She
gulped
and
choked
and
began
coughing
but
he
pushed
it
to
her
mouth
again
.
She
swallowed
deeply
and
the
hot
liquid
burned
suddenly
in
her
throat
.
"
I
think
she
's
better
now
,
gentlemen
,
"
said
Rhett
,
"
and
I
thank
you
very
much
.
The
realization
that
I
'm
to
be
executed
was
too
much
for
her
.
"
The
group
in
blue
shuffled
their
feet
and
looked
embarrassed
and
after
several
clearings
of
throats
,
they
tramped
out
.
The
young
captain
paused
in
the
doorway
.
"
If
there
's
anything
more
I
can
do
--
"
"
No
,
thank
you
.
"
He
went
out
,
closing
the
door
behind
him
.
"
Drink
some
more
,
"
said
Rhett
.
