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"
But
I
've
never
done
anything
for
you
,
Ashley
.
Without
me
,
you
'd
have
been
just
the
same
.
Some
day
,
you
'd
have
been
a
rich
man
,
a
great
man
like
you
are
going
to
be
.
"
"
No
,
Scarlett
,
the
seeds
of
greatness
were
never
in
me
.
I
think
that
if
it
had
n't
been
for
you
,
I
'd
have
gone
down
into
oblivion
--
like
poor
Cathleen
Calvert
and
so
many
other
people
who
once
had
great
names
,
old
names
.
"
"
Oh
,
Ashley
,
do
n't
talk
like
that
.
You
sound
so
sad
.
"
"
No
,
I
'm
not
sad
.
Not
any
longer
.
Once
--
once
I
was
sad
.
Now
,
I
'm
only
--
"
He
stopped
and
suddenly
she
knew
what
he
was
thinking
.
It
was
the
first
time
she
had
ever
known
what
Ashley
was
thinking
when
his
eyes
went
past
her
,
crystal
clear
,
absent
.
When
the
fury
of
love
had
beaten
in
her
heart
,
his
mind
had
been
closed
to
her
.
Now
,
in
the
quiet
friendliness
that
lay
between
them
,
she
could
walk
a
little
way
into
his
mind
,
understand
a
little
.
He
was
not
sad
any
longer
.
He
had
been
sad
after
the
surrender
,
sad
when
she
begged
him
to
come
to
Atlanta
.
Now
,
he
was
only
resigned
.
"
I
hate
to
hear
you
talk
like
that
,
Ashley
,
"
she
said
vehemently
.
"
You
sound
just
like
Rhett
.
He
's
always
harping
on
things
like
that
and
something
he
calls
the
survival
of
the
fitting
till
I
'm
so
bored
I
could
scream
.
"
Ashley
smiled
.
"
Did
you
ever
stop
to
think
,
Scarlett
,
that
Rhett
and
I
are
fundamentally
alike
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
!
You
are
so
fine
,
so
honorable
and
he
--
"
She
broke
off
,
confused
.
"
But
we
are
.
We
came
of
the
same
kind
of
people
,
we
were
raised
in
the
same
pattern
,
brought
up
to
think
the
same
things
.
And
somewhere
along
the
road
we
took
different
turnings
.
We
still
think
alike
but
we
react
differently
.
As
,
for
instance
,
neither
of
us
believed
in
the
war
but
I
enlisted
and
fought
and
he
stayed
out
till
nearly
the
end
.
We
both
knew
the
war
was
all
wrong
.
We
both
knew
it
was
a
losing
fight
.
I
was
willing
to
fight
a
losing
fight
.
He
was
n't
.
