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"
Well
,
"
she
floundered
helplessly
,
"
money
does
help
,
you
know
,
Rhett
,
and
God
knows
Frank
did
n't
leave
any
too
much
.
But
then
--
well
,
Rhett
,
we
do
get
on
,
you
know
.
And
you
are
the
only
man
I
ever
saw
who
could
stand
the
truth
from
a
woman
,
and
it
would
be
nice
having
a
husband
who
did
n't
think
me
a
silly
fool
and
expect
me
to
tell
lies
--
and
--
well
,
I
am
fond
of
you
.
"
"
Fond
of
me
?
"
"
Well
,
"
she
said
fretfully
,
"
if
I
said
I
was
madly
in
love
with
you
,
I
'd
be
lying
and
what
's
more
,
you
'd
know
it
.
"
"
Sometimes
I
think
you
carry
your
truth
telling
too
far
,
my
pet
.
Do
n't
you
think
,
even
if
it
was
a
lie
,
that
it
would
be
appropriate
for
you
to
say
'
I
love
you
,
Rhett
,
'
even
if
you
did
n't
mean
it
?
"
What
was
he
driving
at
,
she
wondered
,
becoming
more
confused
.
He
looked
so
queer
,
eager
,
hurt
,
mocking
.
He
took
his
hands
from
her
and
shoved
them
deep
in
his
trousers
pockets
and
she
saw
him
ball
his
fists
.
"
If
it
costs
me
a
husband
,
I
'll
tell
the
truth
,
"
she
thought
grimly
,
her
blood
up
as
always
when
he
baited
her
.
"
Rhett
,
it
would
be
a
lie
,
and
why
should
we
go
through
all
that
foolishness
?
I
'm
fond
of
you
,
like
I
said
.
You
know
how
it
is
.
You
told
me
once
that
you
did
n't
love
me
but
that
we
had
a
lot
in
common
.
Both
rascals
,
was
the
way
you
--
"
"
Oh
,
God
!
"
he
whispered
rapidly
,
turning
his
head
away
.
"
To
be
taken
in
my
own
trap
!
"
"
What
did
you
say
?
"
"
Nothing
,
"
and
he
looked
at
her
and
laughed
,
but
it
was
not
a
pleasant
laugh
.
"
Name
the
day
,
my
dear
,
"
and
he
laughed
again
and
bent
and
kissed
her
hands
.
She
was
relieved
to
see
his
mood
pass
and
good
humor
apparently
return
,
so
she
smiled
too
.
