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He
laughed
silently
,
his
shoulders
shaking
.
"
You
're
a
fine
honest
rogue
,
Scarlett
!
"
A
rogue
!
Queer
that
that
term
should
hurt
.
She
was
n't
a
rogue
,
she
told
herself
vehemently
.
At
least
,
that
was
n't
what
she
wanted
to
be
.
She
wanted
to
be
a
great
lady
.
For
a
moment
her
mind
went
swiftly
down
the
years
and
she
saw
her
mother
,
moving
with
a
sweet
swish
of
skirts
and
a
faint
fragrance
of
sachet
,
her
small
busy
hands
tireless
in
the
service
of
others
,
loved
,
respected
,
cherished
.
And
suddenly
her
heart
was
sick
.
"
If
you
are
trying
to
devil
me
,
"
she
said
tiredly
,
"
it
's
no
use
.
I
know
I
'm
not
as
--
scrupulous
as
I
should
be
these
days
.
Not
as
kind
and
as
pleasant
as
I
was
brought
up
to
be
.
But
I
ca
n't
help
it
,
Rhett
.
Truly
,
I
ca
n't
.
What
else
could
I
have
done
?
What
would
have
happened
to
me
,
to
Wade
,
to
Tara
and
all
of
us
if
I
'd
been
--
gentle
when
that
Yankee
came
to
Tara
?
I
should
have
been
--
but
I
do
n't
even
want
to
think
of
that
.
And
when
Jonas
Wilkerson
was
going
to
take
the
home
place
,
suppose
I
'd
been
--
kind
and
scrupulous
?
Where
would
we
all
be
now
?
And
if
I
'd
been
sweet
and
simple
minded
and
not
nagged
Frank
about
bad
debts
we
'd
--
oh
,
well
.
Maybe
I
am
a
rogue
,
but
I
wo
n't
be
a
rogue
forever
,
Rhett
.
But
during
these
past
years
--
and
even
now
--
what
else
could
I
have
done
?
How
else
could
I
have
acted
?
I
've
felt
that
I
was
trying
to
row
a
heavily
loaded
boat
in
a
storm
.
I
've
had
so
much
trouble
just
trying
to
keep
afloat
that
I
could
n't
be
bothered
about
things
that
did
n't
matter
,
things
I
could
part
with
easily
and
not
miss
,
like
good
manners
and
--
well
,
things
like
that
.
I
've
been
too
afraid
my
boat
would
be
swamped
and
so
I
've
dumped
overboard
the
things
that
seemed
least
important
.
"
"
Pride
and
honor
and
truth
and
virtue
and
kindliness
,
"
he
enumerated
silkily
.
"
You
are
right
,
Scarlett
.
They
are
n't
important
when
a
boat
is
sinking
.
But
look
around
you
at
your
friends
.
Either
they
are
bringing
their
boats
ashore
safely
with
cargoes
intact
or
they
are
content
to
go
down
with
all
flags
flying
.
"
"
They
are
a
passel
of
fools
,
"
she
said
shortly
.
"
There
's
a
time
for
all
things
.
When
I
've
got
plenty
of
money
,
I
'll
be
nice
as
you
please
,
too
.
Butter
wo
n't
melt
in
my
mouth
.
I
can
afford
to
be
then
.
"
"
You
can
afford
to
be
--
but
you
wo
n't
.
It
's
hard
to
salvage
jettisoned
cargo
and
,
if
it
is
retrieved
,
it
's
usually
irreparably
damaged
.
And
I
fear
that
when
you
can
afford
to
fish
up
the
honor
and
virtue
and
kindness
you
've
thrown
overboard
,
you
'll
find
they
have
suffered
a
sea
change
and
not
,
I
fear
,
into
something
rich
and
strange
...
"
He
rose
suddenly
and
picked
up
his
hat
.
