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"
Nothing
.
I
hope
you
have
a
nice
trip
.
"
"
Thank
you
.
"
He
opened
the
door
and
walked
into
the
hall
.
Scarlett
trailed
after
him
,
somewhat
at
a
loss
,
a
trifle
disappointed
as
at
an
unexpected
anticlimax
.
He
slipped
on
his
coat
and
picked
up
his
gloves
and
hat
.
"
I
'll
write
you
.
Let
me
know
if
you
change
your
mind
.
"
"
Are
n't
you
--
"
"
Well
?
"
He
seemed
impatient
to
be
off
.
"
Are
n't
you
going
to
kiss
me
good-by
?
"
she
whispered
,
mindful
of
the
ears
of
the
house
.
"
Do
n't
you
think
you
've
had
enough
kissing
for
one
evening
?
"
he
retorted
and
grinned
down
at
her
.
"
To
think
of
a
modest
,
well-brought-up
young
woman
--
Well
,
I
told
you
it
would
be
fun
,
did
n't
I
?
"
"
Oh
,
you
are
impossible
!
"
she
cried
in
wrath
,
not
caring
if
Mammy
did
hear
.
"
And
I
do
n't
care
if
you
never
come
back
.
"
She
turned
and
flounced
toward
the
stairs
,
expecting
to
feel
his
warm
hand
on
her
arm
,
stopping
her
.
But
he
only
pulled
open
the
front
door
and
a
cold
draft
swept
in
.
