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Rhett
was
leaning
over
her
when
she
woke
,
and
without
a
word
he
picked
her
up
in
his
arms
like
a
child
and
held
her
close
,
his
hard
muscles
comforting
,
his
wordless
murmuring
soothing
,
until
her
sobbing
ceased
.
"
Oh
,
Rhett
.
I
was
so
cold
and
so
hungry
and
so
tired
and
I
could
n't
find
it
.
I
ran
through
the
mist
and
I
ran
but
I
could
n't
find
it
.
"
"
Find
what
,
honey
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
I
wish
I
did
know
.
"
"
Is
it
your
old
dream
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
!
"
He
gently
placed
her
on
the
bed
,
fumbled
in
the
darkness
and
lit
a
candle
.
In
the
light
his
face
with
bloodshot
eyes
and
harsh
lines
was
as
unreadable
as
stone
.
His
shirt
,
opened
to
the
waist
,
showed
a
brown
chest
covered
with
thick
black
hair
.
Scarlett
,
still
shaking
with
fright
,
thought
how
strong
and
unyielding
that
chest
was
,
and
she
whispered
:
"
Hold
me
,
Rhett
.
"
"
Darling
!
"
he
said
swiftly
,
and
picking
her
up
he
sat
down
in
a
large
chair
,
cradling
her
body
against
him
.
"
Oh
,
Rhett
,
it
's
awful
to
be
hungry
.
"
"
It
must
be
awful
to
dream
of
starvation
after
a
seven-course
dinner
including
that
enormous
crawfish
.
"
He
smiled
but
his
eyes
were
kind
.
