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"
The
cologne
.
"
"
I
'm
sure
I
do
n't
know
what
you
mean
.
"
"
I
'm
sure
you
do
.
You
've
been
drinking
pretty
heavily
.
"
"
Well
,
what
if
I
have
?
Is
it
any
of
your
business
?
"
"
The
soul
of
courtesy
,
even
in
the
depths
of
sorrow
.
Do
n't
drink
alone
,
Scarlett
.
People
always
find
it
out
and
it
ruins
the
reputation
.
And
besides
,
it
's
a
bad
business
,
this
drinking
alone
.
What
's
the
matter
,
honey
?
"
He
led
her
to
the
rosewood
sofa
and
she
sat
down
in
silence
.
"
May
I
close
the
doors
?
"
She
knew
if
Mammy
saw
the
closed
doors
she
would
be
scandalized
and
would
lecture
and
grumble
about
it
for
days
,
but
it
would
be
still
worse
if
Mammy
should
overhear
this
discussion
of
drinking
,
especially
in
light
of
the
missing
brandy
bottle
.
She
nodded
and
Rhett
drew
the
sliding
doors
together
.
When
he
came
back
and
sat
down
beside
her
,
his
dark
eyes
alertly
searching
her
face
,
the
pall
of
death
receded
before
the
vitality
he
radiated
and
the
room
seemed
pleasant
and
homelike
again
,
the
lamps
rosy
and
warm
.
"
What
's
the
matter
,
honey
?
"
