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"
Where
did
you
get
this
idea
?
Who
's
been
telling
you
things
?
"
"
Mamie
Bart
--
she
--
"
"
The
madam
of
a
whore
house
would
know
such
tricks
.
That
woman
never
puts
foot
in
this
house
again
,
do
you
understand
?
After
all
,
it
is
my
house
and
I
'm
the
master
of
it
.
I
do
not
even
want
you
to
speak
to
her
again
.
"
"
I
'll
do
as
I
please
.
Turn
me
loose
.
Why
should
you
care
?
"
"
I
do
n't
care
whether
you
have
one
child
or
twenty
,
but
I
do
care
if
you
die
.
"
"
Die
?
Me
?
"
"
Yes
,
die
.
I
do
n't
suppose
Mamie
Bart
told
you
the
chances
a
woman
takes
when
she
does
a
thing
like
that
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Scarlett
reluctantly
.
"
She
just
said
it
would
fix
things
up
fine
.
"
"
By
God
,
I
will
kill
her
!
"
cried
Rhett
and
his
face
was
black
with
rage
.
He
looked
down
into
Scarlett
's
tear-stained
face
and
some
of
the
wrath
faded
but
it
was
still
hard
and
set
.
Suddenly
he
picked
her
up
in
his
arms
and
sat
down
in
the
chair
,
holding
her
close
to
him
,
tightly
,
as
if
he
feared
she
would
get
away
from
him
.
