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Sometimes
I
think
he
was
right
and
then
,
again
--
"
"
Oh
,
Ashley
,
when
will
you
stop
seeing
both
sides
of
questions
?
"
she
asked
.
But
she
did
not
speak
impatiently
as
she
once
would
have
done
.
"
No
one
ever
gets
anywhere
seeing
both
sides
.
"
"
That
's
true
but
--
Scarlett
,
just
where
do
you
want
to
get
?
I
've
often
wondered
.
You
see
,
I
never
wanted
to
get
anywhere
at
all
.
I
've
only
wanted
to
be
myself
.
"
Where
did
she
want
to
get
?
That
was
a
silly
question
.
Money
and
security
,
of
course
.
And
yet
--
Her
mind
fumbled
.
She
had
money
and
as
much
security
as
one
could
hope
for
in
an
insecure
world
.
But
,
now
that
she
thought
about
it
,
they
were
n't
quite
enough
.
Now
that
she
thought
about
it
,
they
had
n't
made
her
particularly
happy
,
though
they
made
her
less
harried
,
less
fearful
of
the
morrow
.
If
I
'd
had
money
and
security
and
you
,
that
would
have
been
where
I
wanted
to
get
,
she
thought
,
looking
at
him
yearningly
.
But
she
did
not
speak
the
words
,
fearful
of
breaking
the
spell
that
lay
between
them
,
fearful
that
his
mind
would
close
against
her
.
"
You
only
want
to
be
yourself
?
"
she
laughed
,
a
little
ruefully
.
"
Not
being
myself
has
always
been
my
hardest
trouble
!
As
to
where
I
want
to
get
,
well
,
I
guess
I
've
gotten
there
.
I
wanted
to
be
rich
and
safe
and
--
"
"
But
,
Scarlett
,
did
it
ever
occur
to
you
that
I
do
n't
care
whether
I
'm
rich
or
not
?
"
No
,
it
had
never
occurred
to
her
that
anyone
would
not
want
to
be
rich
.
"
Then
,
what
do
you
want
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
,
now
.
I
knew
once
but
I
've
half
forgotten
.
Mostly
to
be
left
alone
,
not
to
be
harried
by
people
I
do
n't
like
,
driven
to
do
things
I
do
n't
want
to
do
.
Perhaps
--
I
want
the
old
days
back
again
and
they
'll
never
come
back
,
and
I
am
haunted
by
the
memory
of
them
and
of
the
world
falling
about
my
ears
.
"
