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He
pinched
her
chin
playfully
and
his
hand
dropped
away
from
her
.
One
black
eyebrow
went
up
as
he
bent
a
cool
long
look
on
her
.
"
Scarlett
,
understand
this
.
If
you
and
your
bed
still
held
any
charms
for
me
,
no
looks
and
no
entreaties
could
keep
me
away
.
And
I
would
have
no
sense
of
shame
for
anything
I
did
,
for
I
made
a
bargain
with
you
--
a
bargain
which
I
have
kept
and
you
are
now
breaking
.
Keep
your
chaste
bed
,
my
dear
.
"
"
Do
you
mean
to
tell
me
,
"
cried
Scarlett
indignantly
,
"
that
you
do
n't
care
--
"
"
You
have
tired
of
me
,
have
n't
you
?
Well
,
men
tire
more
easily
than
women
.
Keep
your
sanctity
,
Scarlett
.
It
will
work
no
hardship
on
me
.
It
does
n't
matter
,
"
he
shrugged
and
grinned
.
"
Fortunately
the
world
is
full
of
beds
--
and
most
of
the
beds
are
full
of
women
.
"
"
You
mean
you
'd
actually
be
so
--
"
"
My
dear
innocent
!
But
,
of
course
.
It
's
a
wonder
I
have
n't
strayed
long
ere
this
.
I
never
held
fidelity
to
be
a
Virtue
"
"
I
shall
lock
my
door
every
night
!
"
"
Why
bother
?
If
I
wanted
you
,
no
lock
would
keep
me
out
.
"
He
turned
,
as
though
the
subject
were
closed
,
and
left
the
room
.
Scarlett
heard
him
going
back
to
the
nursery
where
he
was
welcomed
by
the
children
.
She
sat
down
abruptly
.
She
had
had
her
way
.
This
was
what
she
wanted
and
Ashley
wanted
.
But
it
was
not
making
her
happy
.
Her
vanity
was
sore
and
she
was
mortified
at
the
thought
that
Rhett
had
taken
it
all
so
lightly
,
that
he
did
n't
want
her
,
that
he
put
her
on
the
level
of
other
women
in
other
beds
.
She
wished
she
could
think
of
some
delicate
way
to
tell
Ashley
that
she
and
Rhett
were
no
longer
actually
man
and
wife
.
But
she
knew
now
she
could
not
.
It
all
seemed
a
terrible
mess
now
and
she
half
heartedly
wished
she
had
said
nothing
about
it
.
She
would
miss
the
long
amusing
conversations
in
bed
with
Rhett
when
the
ember
of
his
cigar
glowed
in
the
dark
.
She
would
miss
the
comfort
of
his
arms
when
she
woke
terrified
from
the
dreams
that
she
was
running
through
cold
mist
.
