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"
You
must
n't
!
How
dare
you
!
"
"
Your
heart
's
going
like
a
rabbit
's
,
"
he
said
mockingly
.
"
All
too
fast
for
mere
fondness
I
would
think
,
if
I
were
conceited
.
Smooth
your
ruffled
feathers
.
You
are
just
putting
on
these
virginal
airs
.
Tell
me
what
I
shall
bring
you
from
England
.
A
ring
?
What
kind
would
you
like
?
"
She
wavered
momentarily
between
interest
in
his
last
words
and
a
feminine
desire
to
prolong
the
scene
with
anger
and
indignation
.
"
Oh
--
a
diamond
ring
--
and
Rhett
,
do
buy
a
great
big
one
.
"
"
So
you
can
flaunt
it
before
your
poverty-stricken
friends
and
say
'
See
what
I
caught
!
'
Very
well
,
you
shall
have
a
big
one
,
one
so
big
that
your
less-fortunate
friends
can
comfort
themselves
by
whispering
that
it
's
really
vulgar
to
wear
such
large
stones
.
"
He
abruptly
started
off
across
the
room
and
she
followed
him
,
bewildered
,
to
the
closed
doors
.
"
What
is
the
matter
?
Where
are
you
going
?
"
"
To
my
rooms
to
finish
packing
.
"
"
Oh
,
but
--
"
"
But
,
what
?
"
