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She
said
"
Oh
"
breathlessly
and
sat
down
hard
on
the
sofa
.
She
stared
at
him
,
her
mouth
open
,
wondering
if
the
brandy
were
playing
tricks
on
her
mind
,
remembering
senselessly
his
jibing
:
"
My
dear
,
I
'm
not
a
marrying
man
.
"
She
was
drunk
or
he
was
crazy
.
But
he
did
not
look
crazy
.
He
looked
as
calm
as
though
he
were
discussing
the
weather
,
and
his
smooth
drawl
fell
on
her
ears
with
no
particular
emphasis
.
"
I
always
intended
having
you
,
Scarlett
,
since
that
first
day
I
saw
you
at
Twelve
Oaks
when
you
threw
that
vase
and
swore
and
proved
that
you
were
n't
a
lady
.
I
always
intended
having
you
,
one
way
or
another
.
But
as
you
and
Frank
have
made
a
little
money
,
I
know
you
'll
never
be
driven
to
me
again
with
any
interesting
propositions
of
loans
and
collaterals
.
So
I
see
I
'll
have
to
marry
you
.
"
"
Rhett
Butler
,
is
this
one
of
your
vile
jokes
?
"
"
I
bare
my
soul
and
you
are
suspicious
!
No
,
Scarlett
,
this
is
a
bona
fide
honorable
declaration
.
I
admit
that
it
's
not
in
the
best
of
taste
,
coming
at
this
time
,
but
I
have
a
very
good
excuse
for
my
lack
of
breeding
.
I
'm
going
away
tomorrow
for
a
long
time
and
I
fear
that
if
I
wait
till
I
return
you
'll
have
married
some
one
else
with
a
little
money
.
So
I
thought
,
why
not
me
and
my
money
?
Really
,
Scarlett
,
I
ca
n't
go
all
my
life
,
waiting
to
catch
you
between
husbands
.
"
He
meant
it
.
There
was
no
doubt
about
it
.
Her
mouth
was
dry
as
she
assimilated
this
knowledge
and
she
swallowed
and
looked
into
his
eyes
,
trying
to
find
some
clue
.
They
were
full
of
laughter
but
there
was
something
else
,
deep
in
them
,
which
she
had
never
seen
before
,
a
gleam
that
defied
analysis
.
He
sat
easily
,
carelessly
but
she
felt
that
he
was
watching
her
as
alertly
as
a
cat
watches
a
mouse
hole
.
There
was
a
sense
of
leashed
power
straining
beneath
his
calm
that
made
her
draw
back
,
a
little
frightened
.
He
was
actually
asking
her
to
marry
him
;
he
was
committing
the
incredible
.
Once
she
had
planned
how
she
would
torment
him
should
he
ever
propose
.
Once
she
had
thought
that
if
he
ever
spoke
those
words
she
would
humble
him
and
make
him
feel
her
power
and
take
a
malicious
pleasure
in
doing
it
.
Now
,
he
had
spoken
and
the
plans
did
not
even
occur
to
her
,
for
he
was
no
more
in
her
power
than
he
had
ever
been
.
In
fact
,
he
held
the
whip
hand
of
the
situation
so
completely
that
she
was
as
flustered
as
a
girl
at
her
first
proposal
and
she
could
only
blush
and
stammer
.
"
I
--
I
shall
never
marry
again
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
you
will
.
You
were
born
to
be
married
.
Why
not
me
?
"
