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No
one
in
the
world
could
say
that
foolish
word
of
endearment
as
caressingly
as
Rhett
,
even
when
he
was
joking
,
but
he
did
not
look
as
if
he
were
joking
now
.
She
raised
tormented
eyes
to
his
face
and
somehow
found
comfort
in
the
blank
inscrutability
she
saw
there
.
She
did
not
know
why
this
should
be
,
for
he
was
such
an
unpredictable
,
callous
person
.
Perhaps
it
was
because
,
as
he
often
said
,
they
were
so
much
alike
.
Sometimes
she
thought
that
all
the
people
she
had
ever
known
were
strangers
except
Rhett
.
"
Ca
n't
you
tell
me
?
"
he
took
her
hand
,
oddly
gentle
.
"
It
's
more
than
old
Frank
leaving
you
?
Do
you
need
money
?
"
"
Money
?
God
,
no
!
Oh
,
Rhett
,
I
'm
so
afraid
.
"
"
Do
n't
be
a
goose
,
Scarlett
,
you
've
never
been
afraid
in
your
life
.
"
"
Oh
,
Rhett
,
I
am
afraid
!
"
The
words
bubbled
up
faster
than
she
could
speak
them
.
She
could
tell
him
.
She
could
tell
Rhett
anything
.
He
'd
been
so
bad
himself
that
he
would
n't
sit
in
judgment
on
her
.
How
wonderful
to
know
someone
who
was
bad
and
dishonorable
and
a
cheat
and
a
liar
,
when
all
the
world
was
filled
with
people
who
would
not
lie
to
save
their
souls
and
who
would
rather
starve
than
do
a
dishonorable
deed
!
"
I
'm
afraid
I
'll
die
and
go
to
hell
.
"
If
he
laughed
at
her
she
would
die
,
right
then
.
But
he
did
not
laugh
.
"
You
are
pretty
healthy
--
and
maybe
there
is
n't
any
hell
after
all
.
"
"
Oh
,
but
there
is
,
Rhett
!
You
know
there
is
!
"
