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She
could
not
answer
for
she
did
not
know
what
to
say
,
nor
could
she
meet
his
eyes
.
He
put
a
hand
under
her
chin
and
lifted
her
face
.
"
I
told
you
once
that
I
could
stand
anything
from
you
except
a
lie
.
And
now
I
want
the
truth
.
Just
why
did
you
say
Yes
?
"
Still
the
words
would
not
come
,
but
,
a
measure
of
poise
returning
,
she
kept
her
eyes
demurely
down
and
tucked
the
corners
of
her
mouth
into
a
little
smile
.
"
Look
at
me
.
Is
it
my
money
?
"
"
Why
,
Rhett
!
What
a
question
!
"
"
Look
up
and
do
n't
try
to
sweet
talk
me
.
I
'm
not
Charles
or
Frank
or
any
of
the
County
boys
to
be
taken
in
by
your
fluttering
lids
.
Is
it
my
money
?
"
"
Well
--
yes
,
a
part
.
"
"
A
part
?
"
He
did
not
seem
annoyed
.
He
drew
a
swift
breath
and
with
an
effort
wiped
from
his
eyes
the
eagerness
her
words
had
brought
,
an
eagerness
which
she
was
too
confused
to
see
.
