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"
Did
you
ever
see
a
prettier
one
?
"
"
Well
,
suh
,
Miss
Scarlett
wuz
mout
nigh
as
pretty
w
'
en
she
come
but
not
quite
.
"
"
Have
another
glass
,
Mammy
.
And
Mammy
,
"
his
tone
was
stern
but
his
eyes
twinkled
,
"
what
's
that
rustling
noise
I
hear
?
"
"
Lawd
,
Mist
'
Rhett
,
dat
ain
'
nuthin
'
but
mah
red
silk
petticoat
!
"
Mammy
giggled
and
switched
till
her
huge
bulk
shook
.
"
Nothing
but
your
petticoat
!
I
do
n't
believe
it
.
You
sound
like
a
peck
of
dried
leaves
rubbing
together
.
Let
me
see
.
Pull
up
your
skirt
.
"
"
Mist
'
Rhett
,
you
is
bad
!
Yeah-O
,
Lawd
!
"
Mammy
gave
a
little
shriek
and
retreated
and
from
a
distance
of
a
yard
,
modestly
elevated
her
dress
a
few
inches
and
showed
the
ruffle
of
a
red
taffeta
petticoat
.
"
You
took
long
enough
about
wearing
it
,
"
grumbled
Rhett
but
his
black
eyes
laughed
and
danced
.
"
Yassuh
,
too
long
.
"
Then
Rhett
said
something
that
Wade
did
not
understand
.
