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"
When
will
you
ever
get
over
losing
your
temper
when
you
hear
the
truth
?
You
never
mind
speaking
the
truth
about
other
people
,
so
why
should
you
mind
hearing
it
about
yourself
?
I
'm
not
insulting
you
.
I
think
acquisitiveness
is
a
very
fine
quality
.
"
She
was
not
sure
what
acquisitiveness
meant
but
as
he
praised
it
she
felt
slightly
mollified
.
"
I
did
n't
come
to
gloat
over
your
poverty
but
to
wish
you
long
life
and
happiness
in
your
marriage
.
By
the
way
,
what
did
sister
Sue
think
of
your
larceny
?
"
"
My
what
?
"
"
Your
stealing
Frank
from
under
her
nose
.
"
"
I
did
not
--
"
"
Well
,
we
wo
n't
quibble
about
the
word
.
What
did
she
say
?
"
"
She
said
nothing
,
"
said
Scarlett
.
His
eyes
danced
as
they
gave
her
the
lie
.
"
How
unselfish
of
her
.
Now
,
let
's
hear
about
your
poverty
.
Surely
I
have
the
right
to
know
,
after
your
little
trip
out
to
the
jail
not
long
ago
.
Has
n't
Frank
as
much
money
as
you
hoped
?
"
There
was
no
evading
his
impudence
.
Either
she
would
have
to
put
up
with
it
or
ask
him
to
leave
.
And
now
she
did
not
want
him
to
leave
.
His
words
were
barbed
but
they
were
the
barbs
of
truth
.
