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She
had
been
curious
about
this
for
so
long
that
she
could
not
refrain
from
asking
the
point-blank
question
.
A
queer
little
pang
of
jealousy
jabbed
at
her
at
the
thought
of
Rhett
getting
married
,
although
why
that
should
be
she
did
not
know
.
His
bland
eyes
grew
suddenly
alert
and
he
caught
her
gaze
and
held
it
until
a
little
blush
crept
up
into
her
cheeks
.
"
Would
it
matter
much
to
you
?
"
"
Well
,
I
should
hate
to
lose
your
friendship
,
"
she
said
primly
and
,
with
an
attempt
at
disinterestedness
,
bent
down
to
pull
the
blanket
closer
about
Ella
Lorena
's
head
.
He
laughed
suddenly
,
shortly
,
and
said
:
"
Look
at
me
,
Scarlett
.
"
She
looked
up
unwillingly
,
her
blush
deepening
.
"
You
can
tell
your
curious
friends
that
when
I
marry
it
will
be
because
I
could
n't
get
the
woman
I
wanted
in
any
other
way
.
And
I
've
never
yet
wanted
a
woman
bad
enough
to
marry
her
.
"
Now
she
was
indeed
confused
and
embarrassed
,
for
she
remembered
the
night
on
this
very
porch
during
the
siege
when
he
had
said
:
"
I
am
not
a
marrying
man
"
and
casually
suggested
that
she
become
his
mistress
--
remembered
,
too
,
the
terrible
day
when
he
was
in
jail
and
was
shamed
by
the
memory
.
A
slow
malicious
smile
went
over
his
face
as
he
read
her
eyes
.
"
But
I
will
satisfy
your
vulgar
curiosity
since
you
ask
such
pointed
questions
.
It
is
n't
a
sweetheart
that
takes
me
to
New
Orleans
.
It
's
a
child
,
a
little
boy
.
"
"
A
little
boy
!
"
The
shock
of
this
unexpected
information
wiped
out
her
confusion
.
