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"
Oh
,
Rhett
,
I
just
run
and
run
and
hunt
and
I
ca
n't
ever
find
what
it
is
I
'm
hunting
for
.
It
's
always
hidden
in
the
mist
.
I
know
if
I
could
find
it
,
I
'd
be
safe
forever
and
ever
and
never
be
cold
or
hungry
again
.
"
"
Is
it
a
person
or
a
thing
you
're
hunting
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
I
never
thought
about
it
.
Rhett
,
do
you
think
I
'll
ever
dream
that
I
get
there
to
safety
?
"
"
No
,
"
he
said
,
smoothing
her
tumbled
hair
,
"
I
do
n't
.
Dreams
are
n't
like
that
.
But
I
do
think
that
if
you
get
used
to
being
safe
and
warm
and
well
fed
in
your
everyday
life
,
you
'll
stop
dreaming
that
dream
.
And
,
Scarlett
,
I
'm
going
to
see
that
you
are
safe
.
"
"
Rhett
,
you
are
so
nice
.
"
"
Thanks
for
the
crumbs
from
your
table
,
Mrs.
Dives
.
Scarlett
,
I
want
you
to
say
to
yourself
every
morning
when
you
wake
up
:
'
I
ca
n't
ever
be
hungry
again
and
nothing
can
ever
touch
me
so
long
as
Rhett
is
here
and
the
United
States
government
holds
out
.
'
"
"
The
United
States
government
?
"
she
questioned
,
sitting
up
,
startled
,
tears
still
on
her
cheeks
.
"
The
ex-Confederate
money
has
now
become
an
honest
woman
.
I
invested
most
of
it
in
government
bonds
.
"
"
God
's
nightgown
!
"
cried
Scarlett
,
sitting
up
in
his
lap
,
forgetful
of
her
recent
terror
.
"
Do
you
mean
to
tell
me
you
've
loaned
your
money
to
the
Yankees
?
"
"
At
a
fair
per
cent
.
"
