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"
Rhett
!
"
"
I
have
my
answer
.
I
always
felt
that
women
had
a
hardness
and
endurance
unknown
to
men
,
despite
the
pretty
idea
taught
me
in
childhood
that
women
are
frail
,
tender
,
sensitive
creatures
.
But
after
all
,
according
to
the
Continental
code
of
etiquette
,
it
's
very
bad
form
for
husband
and
wife
to
love
each
other
.
Very
bad
taste
,
indeed
.
I
always
felt
that
the
Europeans
had
the
right
idea
in
that
matter
.
Marry
for
convenience
and
love
for
pleasure
.
A
sensible
system
,
do
n't
you
think
?
You
are
closer
to
the
old
country
than
I
thought
.
"
How
pleasant
it
would
be
to
shout
at
him
:
"
I
did
not
marry
for
convenience
!
"
But
unfortunately
,
Rhett
had
her
there
and
any
protest
of
injured
innocence
would
only
bring
more
barbed
remarks
from
him
.
"
How
you
do
run
on
,
"
she
said
coolly
.
Anxious
to
change
the
subject
,
she
asked
:
"
How
did
you
ever
get
out
of
jail
?
"
"
Oh
,
that
!
"
he
answered
,
making
an
airy
gesture
.
"
Not
much
trouble
.
They
let
me
out
this
morning
.
I
employed
a
delicate
system
of
blackmail
on
a
friend
in
Washington
who
is
quite
high
in
the
councils
of
the
Federal
government
.
A
splendid
fellow
--
one
of
the
staunch
Union
patriots
from
whom
I
used
to
buy
muskets
and
hoop
skirts
for
the
Confederacy
.
When
my
distressing
predicament
was
brought
to
his
attention
in
the
right
way
,
he
hastened
to
use
his
influence
,
and
so
I
was
released
.
Influence
is
everything
,
and
guilt
or
innocence
merely
an
academic
question
.
"
"
I
'll
take
oath
you
were
n't
innocent
.
"
"
No
,
now
that
I
am
free
of
the
toils
,
I
'll
frankly
admit
that
I
'm
as
guilty
as
Cain
.
I
did
kill
the
nigger
.
He
was
uppity
to
a
lady
,
and
what
else
could
a
Southern
gentleman
do
?
And
while
I
'm
confessing
,
I
must
admit
that
I
shot
a
Yankee
cavalryman
after
some
words
in
a
barroom
.
I
was
not
charged
with
that
peccadillo
,
so
perhaps
some
other
poor
devil
has
been
hanged
for
it
,
long
since
.
"
He
was
so
blithe
about
his
murders
her
blood
chilled
.
Words
of
moral
indignation
rose
to
her
lips
but
suddenly
she
remembered
the
Yankee
who
lay
under
the
tangle
of
scuppernong
vines
at
Tara
.
He
had
not
been
on
her
conscience
any
more
than
a
roach
upon
which
she
might
have
stepped
.
She
could
not
sit
in
judgment
on
Rhett
when
she
was
as
guilty
as
he
.
"
And
,
as
I
seem
to
be
making
a
clean
breast
of
it
,
I
must
tell
you
,
in
strictest
confidence
(
that
means
,
do
n't
tell
Miss
Pittypat
!
)
that
I
did
have
the
money
,
safe
in
a
bank
in
Liverpool
.
"
