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"
Well
--
that
sounds
so
mixed
up
.
"
"
Your
ethics
are
considerably
mixed
up
too
.
You
are
in
the
exact
position
of
a
thief
who
's
been
caught
red
handed
and
is
n't
sorry
he
stole
but
is
terribly
,
terribly
sorry
he
's
going
to
jail
.
"
"
A
thief
--
"
"
Oh
,
do
n't
be
so
literal
!
In
other
words
if
you
did
n't
have
this
silly
idea
that
you
were
damned
to
hell
fire
eternal
,
you
'd
think
you
were
well
rid
of
Frank
.
"
"
Oh
,
Rhett
!
"
"
Oh
,
come
!
You
are
confessing
and
you
might
as
well
confess
the
truth
as
a
decorous
lie
.
Did
your
--
er
--
conscience
bother
you
much
when
you
offered
to
--
shall
we
say
--
part
with
that
jewel
which
is
dearer
than
life
for
three
hundred
dollars
?
"
The
brandy
was
spinning
in
her
head
now
and
she
felt
giddy
and
a
little
reckless
.
What
was
the
use
in
lying
to
him
?
He
always
seemed
to
read
her
mind
.
"
I
really
did
n't
think
about
God
much
then
--
or
hell
.
And
when
I
did
think
--
well
,
I
just
reckoned
God
would
understand
.
"
"
But
you
do
n't
credit
God
with
understanding
why
you
married
Frank
?
"
