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She
lay
relaxed
for
a
moment
,
trying
to
summon
anger
to
her
aid
,
trying
to
draw
on
her
strength
.
But
she
was
too
tired
.
She
was
too
tired
to
hate
or
to
care
very
much
about
anything
.
Defeat
lay
on
her
spirit
like
lead
.
She
had
gambled
everything
and
lost
everything
.
Not
even
pride
was
left
.
This
was
the
dead
end
of
her
last
hope
.
This
was
the
end
of
Tara
,
the
end
of
them
all
.
For
a
long
time
she
lay
back
with
her
eyes
closed
,
hearing
his
heavy
breathing
near
her
,
and
the
glow
of
the
brandy
crept
gradually
over
her
,
giving
a
false
strength
and
warmth
.
When
finally
she
opened
her
eyes
and
looked
him
in
the
face
,
anger
had
roused
again
.
As
her
slanting
eyebrows
rushed
down
together
in
a
frown
Rhett
's
old
smile
came
back
.
"
Now
you
are
better
.
I
can
tell
it
by
your
scowl
.
"
"
Of
course
,
I
'm
all
right
.
Rhett
Butler
,
you
are
hateful
,
a
skunk
,
if
ever
I
saw
one
!
You
knew
very
well
what
I
was
going
to
say
as
soon
as
I
started
talking
and
you
knew
you
were
n't
going
to
give
me
the
money
.
And
yet
you
let
me
go
right
on
.
You
could
have
spared
me
--
"
"
Spared
you
and
missed
hearing
all
that
?
Not
much
.
I
have
so
few
diversions
here
.
I
do
n't
know
when
I
've
ever
heard
anything
so
gratifying
.
"
He
laughed
his
sudden
mocking
laugh
.
At
the
sound
she
leaped
to
her
feet
,
snatching
up
her
bonnet
.
He
suddenly
had
her
by
the
shoulders
.
"
Not
quite
yet
.
Do
you
feel
well
enough
to
talk
sense
?
"
"
Let
me
go
!
"
"
You
are
well
enough
,
I
see
.
Then
,
tell
me
this
.
Was
I
the
only
iron
you
had
in
the
fire
?
"
His
eyes
were
keen
and
alert
,
watching
every
change
in
her
face
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
