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Oh
,
fool
that
I
was
!
I
should
have
known
you
--
known
you
were
desperate
,
so
desperate
that
you
'd
--
I
should
have
--
I
should
have
--
"
His
face
went
haggard
.
Scarlett
's
heart
beat
wildly
.
He
was
regretting
that
he
had
not
run
away
with
her
!
"
The
least
I
could
have
done
was
go
out
and
commit
highway
robbery
or
murder
to
get
the
tax
money
for
you
when
you
had
taken
us
in
as
beggars
.
Oh
,
I
messed
it
up
all
the
way
around
!
"
Her
heart
contracted
with
disappointment
and
some
of
the
happiness
went
from
her
,
for
these
were
not
the
words
she
hoped
to
hear
.
"
I
would
have
gone
anyway
,
"
she
said
tiredly
.
"
I
could
n't
have
let
you
do
anything
like
that
.
And
anyway
,
it
's
done
now
.
"
"
Yes
,
it
's
done
now
,
"
he
said
with
slow
bitterness
.
"
You
would
n't
have
let
me
do
anything
dishonorable
but
you
would
sell
yourself
to
a
man
you
did
n't
love
--
and
bear
his
child
,
so
that
my
family
and
I
would
n't
starve
.
It
was
kind
of
you
to
shelter
my
helplessness
.
"
The
edge
in
his
voice
spoke
of
a
raw
,
unhealed
wound
that
ached
within
him
and
his
words
brought
shame
to
her
eyes
.
He
was
swift
to
see
it
and
his
face
changed
to
gentleness
.
"
You
did
n't
think
I
was
blaming
you
?
Dear
God
,
Scarlett
!
No
.
You
are
the
bravest
woman
I
've
ever
known
.
It
's
myself
I
'm
blaming
.
"
He
turned
and
looked
out
of
the
window
again
and
the
shoulders
presented
to
her
gaze
did
not
look
quite
so
square
.
Scarlett
waited
a
long
moment
in
silence
,
hoping
that
Ashley
would
return
to
the
mood
in
which
he
spoke
of
her
beauty
,
hoping
he
would
say
more
words
that
she
could
treasure
.
It
had
been
so
long
since
she
had
seen
him
and
she
had
lived
on
memories
until
they
were
worn
thin
.
She
knew
he
still
loved
her
.
That
fact
was
evident
,
in
every
line
of
him
,
in
every
bitter
,
self-condemnatory
word
,
in
his
resentment
at
her
bearing
Frank
's
child
.
She
so
longed
to
hear
him
say
it
in
words
,
longed
to
speak
words
herself
that
would
provoke
a
confession
,
but
she
dared
not
.
She
remembered
her
promise
given
last
winter
in
the
orchard
,
that
she
would
never
again
throw
herself
at
his
head
.
Sadly
she
knew
that
promise
must
be
kept
if
Ashley
were
to
remain
near
her
.
One
cry
from
her
of
love
and
longing
,
one
look
that
pleaded
for
his
arms
,
and
the
matter
would
be
settled
forever
.
Ashley
would
surely
go
to
New
York
.
And
he
must
not
go
away
.
