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"
Miss
O'Hara
--
I
--
I
had
already
decided
that
if
we
did
fight
,
I
'd
go
over
to
South
Carolina
and
join
a
troop
there
.
It
's
said
that
Mr.
Wade
Hampton
is
organizing
a
cavalry
troop
,
and
of
course
I
would
want
to
go
with
him
.
He
's
a
splendid
person
and
was
my
father
's
best
friend
.
"
Scarlett
thought
,
"
What
am
I
supposed
to
do
--
give
three
cheers
?
"
for
Charles
'
expression
showed
that
he
was
baring
his
heart
's
secrets
to
her
.
She
could
think
of
nothing
to
say
and
so
merely
looked
at
him
,
wondering
why
men
were
such
fools
as
to
think
women
interested
in
such
matters
.
He
took
her
expression
to
mean
stunned
approbation
and
went
on
rapidly
,
daringly
--
"
If
I
went
--
would
--
would
you
be
sorry
,
Miss
O'Hara
?
"
"
I
should
cry
into
my
pillow
every
night
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
meaning
to
be
flippant
,
but
he
took
the
statement
at
face
value
and
went
red
with
pleasure
.
Her
hand
was
concealed
in
the
folds
of
her
dress
and
he
cautiously
wormed
his
hand
to
it
and
squeezed
it
,
overwhelmed
at
his
own
boldness
and
at
her
acquiescence
.
"
Would
you
pray
for
me
?
"
"
What
a
fool
!
"
thought
Scarlett
bitterly
,
casting
a
surreptitious
glance
about
her
in
the
hope
of
being
rescued
from
the
conversation
.
"
Would
you
?
"
"
Oh
--
yes
,
indeed
,
Mr.
Hamilton
.
Three
Rosaries
a
night
,
at
least
!
"
Charles
gave
a
swift
look
about
him
,
drew
in
his
breath
,
stiffened
the
muscles
of
his
stomach
.
They
were
practically
alone
and
he
might
never
get
another
such
opportunity
.
And
,
even
given
another
such
Godsent
occasion
,
his
courage
might
fail
him
.
"
Miss
O'Hara
--
I
must
tell
you
something
.
I
--
I
love
you
!
"
