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"
Did
you
have
a
nice
trip
,
Rhett
?
Where
did
you
go
this
time
?
"
"
Oh
--
Cuba
--
New
Orleans
--
other
places
.
Here
,
Scarlett
,
take
the
baby
.
She
's
beginning
to
slobber
and
I
ca
n't
get
to
my
handkerchief
.
She
's
a
fine
baby
,
I
'm
sure
,
but
she
's
wetting
my
shirt
bosom
.
"
She
took
the
child
back
into
her
lap
and
Rhett
settled
himself
lazily
on
the
banister
and
took
a
cigar
from
a
silver
case
.
"
You
are
always
going
to
New
Orleans
,
"
she
said
and
pouted
a
little
.
"
And
you
never
will
tell
me
what
you
do
there
.
"
"
I
am
a
hard-working
man
,
Scarlett
,
and
perhaps
my
business
takes
me
there
.
"
"
Hard-working
!
You
!
"
she
laughed
impertinently
.
"
You
never
worked
in
your
life
.
You
're
too
lazy
.
All
you
ever
do
is
finance
Carpetbaggers
in
their
thieving
and
take
half
the
profits
and
bribe
Yankee
officials
to
let
you
in
on
schemes
to
rob
us
taxpayers
.
"
He
threw
back
his
head
and
laughed
.
"
And
how
you
would
love
to
have
money
enough
to
bribe
officials
,
so
you
could
do
likewise
!
"
"
The
very
idea
--
"
She
began
to
ruffle
.
"
But
perhaps
you
will
make
enough
money
to
get
into
bribery
on
a
large
scale
some
day
.
Maybe
you
'll
get
rich
off
those
convicts
you
leased
.
"
