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"
I
thought
you
would
,
"
he
said
and
laughed
.
"
Why
not
?
"
her
suspicions
aroused
as
always
by
his
laughter
.
"
They
're
all
second-raters
,
black
sheep
,
rascals
.
They
're
all
adventurers
or
Carpetbag
aristocrats
.
They
all
made
their
money
speculating
in
food
like
your
loving
husband
or
out
of
dubious
government
contracts
or
in
shady
ways
that
wo
n't
bear
investigation
.
"
"
I
do
n't
believe
it
.
You
're
teasing
.
They
're
the
nicest
people
...
"
"
The
nicest
people
in
town
are
starving
,
"
said
Rhett
.
"
And
living
politely
in
hovels
,
and
I
doubt
if
I
'd
be
received
in
those
hovels
.
You
see
,
my
dear
,
I
was
engaged
in
some
of
my
nefarious
schemes
here
during
the
war
and
these
people
have
devilish
long
memories
!
Scarlett
,
you
are
a
constant
joy
to
me
.
You
unerringly
manage
to
pick
the
wrong
people
and
the
wrong
things
.
"
"
But
they
are
your
friends
!
"
"
Oh
,
but
I
like
rascals
.
My
early
youth
was
spent
as
a
gambler
on
a
river
boat
and
I
can
understand
people
like
that
.
But
I
'm
not
blind
to
what
they
are
.
Whereas
you
"
--
he
laughed
again
--
"
you
have
no
instinct
about
people
,
no
discrimination
between
the
cheap
and
the
great
.
Sometimes
,
I
think
that
the
only
great
ladies
you
've
ever
associated
with
were
your
mother
and
Miss
Melly
and
neither
seems
to
have
made
any
impression
on
you
.
"
"
Melly
!
Why
she
's
as
plain
as
an
old
shoe
and
her
clothes
always
look
tacky
and
she
never
has
two
words
to
say
for
herself
!
"
"
Spare
me
your
jealousy
,
Madam
.
Beauty
does
n't
make
a
lady
,
nor
clothes
a
great
lady
!
"
