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words
rushed
to
her
lips
.
After
all
his
insults
,
after
dragging
from
her
those
things
which
were
most
precious
to
her
and
trampling
on
them
,
he
still
thought
she
would
take
his
money
!
But
the
words
were
checked
unspoken
.
How
wonderful
it
would
be
to
scorn
his
offer
and
order
him
out
of
the
store
!
But
only
the
truly
rich
and
the
truly
secure
could
afford
this
luxury
.
So
long
as
she
was
poor
,
just
so
long
would
she
have
to
endure
such
scenes
as
this
.
But
when
she
was
rich
--
oh
,
what
a
beautiful
warming
thought
that
was
!
--
when
she
was
rich
,
she
would
n't
stand
anything
she
did
n't
like
,
do
without
anything
she
desired
or
even
be
polite
to
people
unless
they
pleased
her
.
I
shall
tell
them
all
to
go
to
Halifax
,
she
thought
,
and
Rhett
Butler
will
be
the
first
one
!
The
pleasure
in
the
thought
brought
a
sparkle
into
her
green
eyes
and
a
half-smile
to
her
lips
.
Rhett
smiled
too
.
"
You
're
a
pretty
person
,
Scarlett
,
"
he
said
.
"
Especially
when
you
are
meditating
devilment
.
And
just
for
the
sight
of
that
dimple
I
'll
buy
you
a
baker
's
dozen
of
mules
if
you
want
them
.
"
The
front
door
opened
and
the
counter
boy
entered
,
picking
his
teeth
with
a
quill
.
Scarlett
rose
,
pulled
her
shawl
about
her
and
tied
her
bonnet
strings
firmly
under
her
chin
.
Her
mind
was
made
up
.
"
Are
you
busy
this
afternoon
?
Can
you
come
with
me
now
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Where
?
"
"
I
want
you
to
drive
to
the
mill
with
me
.
I
promised
Frank
I
would
n't
drive
out
of
town
by
myself
.
"
