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"
I
want
you
to
do
something
about
this
horse
.
He
's
stubborn
and
he
's
got
a
mouth
as
tough
as
iron
.
Tires
you
to
drive
him
,
does
n't
it
?
Well
,
if
he
chose
to
bolt
,
you
could
n't
possibly
stop
him
.
And
if
you
turned
over
in
a
ditch
,
it
might
kill
your
baby
and
you
too
.
You
ought
to
get
the
heaviest
curb
bit
you
can
,
or
else
let
me
swap
him
for
a
gentle
horse
with
a
more
sensitive
mouth
.
"
She
looked
up
into
his
blank
,
smooth
face
and
suddenly
her
irritation
fell
away
,
even
as
her
embarrassment
had
disappeared
after
the
conversation
about
her
pregnancy
.
He
had
been
kind
,
a
few
moments
before
,
to
put
her
at
her
ease
when
she
was
wishing
that
she
were
dead
.
And
he
was
being
kinder
now
and
very
thoughtful
about
the
horse
.
She
felt
a
rush
of
gratitude
to
him
and
she
wondered
why
he
could
not
always
be
this
way
.
"
The
horse
is
hard
to
drive
,
"
she
agreed
meekly
.
"
Sometimes
my
arms
ache
all
night
from
tugging
at
him
.
You
do
what
you
think
best
about
him
,
Rhett
.
"
His
eyes
sparkled
wickedly
.
"
That
sounds
very
sweet
and
feminine
,
Mrs.
Kennedy
.
Not
in
your
usual
masterful
vein
at
all
.
Well
,
it
only
takes
proper
handling
to
make
a
clinging
vine
out
of
you
.
"
She
scowled
and
her
temper
came
back
.
"
You
will
get
out
of
this
buggy
this
time
,
or
I
will
hit
you
with
the
whip
.
I
do
n't
know
why
I
put
up
with
you
--
why
I
try
to
be
nice
to
you
.
You
have
no
manners
.
You
have
no
morals
.
You
are
nothing
but
a
--
Well
,
get
out
.
I
mean
it
.
"
But
when
he
had
climbed
down
and
untied
his
horse
from
the
back
of
the
buggy
and
stood
in
the
twilight
road
,
grinning
tantalizingly
at
her
,
she
could
not
smother
her
own
grin
as
she
drove
off
.
Yes
,
he
was
coarse
,
he
was
tricky
,
he
was
unsafe
to
have
dealings
with
,
and
you
never
could
tell
when
the
dull
weapon
you
put
into
his
hands
in
an
unguarded
moment
might
turn
into
the
keenest
of
blades
.
But
,
after
all
,
he
was
as
stimulating
as
--
well
,
as
a
surreptitious
glass
of
brandy
!
