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"
No
,
Scarlett
.
This
is
my
last
chance
.
I
'll
go
North
.
If
I
go
to
Atlanta
and
work
for
you
,
I
'm
lost
forever
.
"
The
word
"
lost
--
lost
--
lost
"
dinged
frighteningly
in
her
heart
like
a
death
bell
sounding
.
Her
eyes
went
quickly
to
his
but
they
were
wide
and
crystal
gray
and
they
were
looking
through
her
and
beyond
her
at
some
fate
she
could
not
see
,
could
not
understand
.
"
Lost
?
Do
you
mean
--
have
you
done
something
the
Atlanta
Yankees
can
get
you
for
?
I
mean
,
about
helping
Tony
get
away
or
--
or
--
Oh
,
Ashley
,
you
are
n't
in
the
Ku
Klux
,
are
you
?
"
His
remote
eyes
came
back
to
her
swiftly
and
he
smiled
a
brief
smile
that
never
reached
his
eyes
.
"
I
had
forgotten
you
were
so
literal
.
No
,
it
's
not
the
Yankees
I
'm
afraid
of
.
I
mean
if
I
go
to
Atlanta
and
take
help
from
you
again
,
I
bury
forever
any
hope
of
ever
standing
alone
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
she
sighed
in
quick
relief
,
"
if
it
's
only
that
!
"
"
Yes
,
"
and
he
smiled
again
,
the
smile
more
wintry
than
before
.
"
Only
that
.
Only
my
masculine
pride
,
my
self-respect
and
,
if
you
choose
to
so
call
it
,
my
immortal
soul
.
"
"
But
,
"
she
swung
around
on
another
tack
,
"
you
could
gradually
buy
the
mill
from
me
and
it
would
be
your
own
and
then
--
"
"
Scarlett
,
"
he
interrupted
fiercely
,
"
I
tell
you
,
no
!
There
are
other
reasons
.
"
"
What
reasons
?
"
