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"
Joke
?
Ha
!
I
'll
never
get
over
it
!
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
you
will
.
You
are
just
putting
on
this
indignant
front
because
you
think
it
's
proper
and
respectable
.
May
I
sit
down
?
"
"
No
.
"
He
sank
into
a
chair
beside
her
and
grinned
.
"
I
hear
you
could
n't
even
wait
two
weeks
for
me
,
"
he
said
and
gave
a
mock
sigh
.
"
How
fickle
is
woman
!
"
When
she
did
not
reply
he
continued
.
"
Tell
me
,
Scarlett
,
just
between
friends
--
between
very
old
and
very
intimate
friends
--
would
n't
it
have
been
wiser
to
wait
until
I
got
out
of
jail
?
Or
are
the
charms
of
wedlock
with
old
Frank
Kennedy
more
alluring
than
illicit
relations
with
me
?
"
As
always
when
his
mockery
aroused
wrath
within
her
,
wrath
fought
with
laughter
at
his
impudence
.
"
Do
n't
be
absurd
.
"
"
And
would
you
mind
satisfying
my
curiosity
on
one
point
which
has
bothered
me
for
some
time
?
Did
you
have
no
womanly
repugnance
,
no
delicate
shrinking
from
marrying
not
just
one
man
but
two
for
whom
you
had
no
love
or
even
affection
?
Or
have
I
been
misinformed
about
the
delicacy
of
our
Southern
womanhood
?
"
