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"
You
judge
everybody
's
mind
by
your
own
vile
one
!
"
"
Oh
,
I
've
never
denied
coveting
you
,
if
that
's
what
you
mean
.
But
,
thank
God
,
I
'm
not
bothered
about
matters
of
honor
.
What
I
want
I
take
if
I
can
get
it
,
and
so
I
wrestle
neither
with
angels
nor
devils
.
What
a
merry
hell
you
must
have
made
for
Ashley
!
Almost
I
can
be
sorry
for
him
.
"
"
I
--
I
make
a
hell
for
him
?
"
"
Yes
,
you
!
There
you
are
,
a
constant
temptation
to
him
,
but
like
most
of
his
breed
he
prefers
what
passes
in
these
parts
as
honor
to
any
amount
of
love
.
And
it
looks
to
me
as
if
the
poor
devil
now
had
neither
love
nor
honor
to
warm
himself
!
"
"
He
has
love
!
...
I
mean
,
he
loves
me
!
"
"
Does
he
?
Then
answer
me
this
and
we
are
through
for
the
day
and
you
can
take
the
money
and
throw
it
in
the
gutter
for
all
I
care
.
"
Rhett
rose
to
his
feet
and
threw
his
half-smoked
cigar
into
the
spittoon
.
There
was
about
his
movements
the
same
pagan
freedom
and
leashed
power
Scarlett
had
noted
that
night
Atlanta
fell
,
something
sinister
and
a
little
frightening
.
"
If
he
loved
you
,
then
why
in
hell
did
he
permit
you
to
come
to
Atlanta
to
get
the
tax
money
?
Before
I
'd
let
a
woman
I
loved
do
that
,
I
'd
--
"
"
He
did
n't
know
!
He
had
no
idea
that
I
--
"
"
Does
n't
it
occur
to
you
that
he
should
have
known
?
"
There
was
barely
suppressed
savagery
in
his
voice
.
"
Loving
you
as
you
say
he
does
,
he
should
have
known
just
what
you
would
do
when
you
were
desperate
.
He
should
have
killed
you
rather
than
let
you
come
up
here
--
and
to
me
,
of
all
people
!
God
in
Heaven
!
"
