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He
said
no
more
and
smoked
his
cigar
in
silence
for
a
while
.
She
cast
about
for
some
remark
as
rude
as
his
but
could
think
of
none
.
"
I
would
appreciate
it
if
you
'd
say
nothing
of
this
to
anyone
,
"
he
said
finally
.
"
Though
I
suppose
that
asking
a
woman
to
keep
her
mouth
shut
is
asking
the
impossible
.
"
"
I
can
keep
a
secret
,
"
she
said
with
injured
dignity
.
"
Can
you
?
It
's
nice
to
learn
unsuspected
things
about
friends
.
Now
,
stop
pouting
,
Scarlett
.
I
'm
sorry
I
was
rude
but
you
deserved
it
for
prying
.
Give
me
a
smile
and
let
's
be
pleasant
for
a
minute
or
two
before
I
take
up
an
unpleasant
subject
.
"
Oh
,
dear
!
she
thought
.
Now
,
he
's
going
to
talk
about
Ashley
and
the
mill
!
and
she
hastened
to
smile
and
show
her
dimple
to
divert
him
.
"
Where
else
did
you
go
,
Rhett
?
You
have
n't
been
in
New
Orleans
all
this
time
,
have
you
?
"
"
No
,
for
the
last
month
I
've
been
in
Charleston
.
My
father
died
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
'm
sorry
.
"
"
Do
n't
be
.
I
'm
sure
he
was
n't
sorry
to
die
,
and
I
'm
sure
I
'm
not
sorry
he
's
dead
.
"
"
Rhett
,
what
a
dreadful
thing
to
say
!
"
"
It
would
be
much
more
dreadful
if
I
pretended
to
be
sorry
,
when
I
was
n't
,
would
n't
it
?
There
was
never
any
love
lost
between
us
.
I
can
not
remember
when
the
old
gentleman
did
not
disapprove
of
me
.
I
was
too
much
like
his
own
father
and
he
disapproved
heartily
of
his
father
.
And
as
I
grew
older
his
disapproval
of
me
became
downright
dislike
,
which
,
I
admit
,
I
did
little
to
change
.
All
the
things
Father
wanted
me
to
do
and
be
were
such
boring
things
.
