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"
I
have
a
strange
way
of
not
killing
people
who
tell
the
truth
.
There
's
no
time
to
argue
now
.
Get
up
.
"
She
sat
up
,
hugging
her
wrapper
close
to
her
,
her
eyes
searching
his
face
.
It
was
dark
and
impassive
.
"
I
wo
n't
go
,
Rhett
.
I
ca
n't
until
this
--
misunderstanding
is
cleared
up
.
"
"
If
you
do
n't
show
your
face
tonight
,
you
'll
never
be
able
to
show
it
in
this
town
as
long
as
you
live
.
And
while
I
may
endure
a
trollop
for
a
wife
,
I
wo
n't
endure
a
coward
.
You
are
going
tonight
,
even
if
everyone
,
from
Alex
Stephens
down
,
cuts
you
and
Mrs.
Wilkes
asks
us
to
leave
the
house
.
"
"
Rhett
,
let
me
explain
.
"
"
I
do
n't
want
to
hear
.
There
is
n't
time
.
Get
on
your
clothes
.
"
"
They
misunderstood
--
India
and
Mrs.
Elsing
and
Archie
.
And
they
hate
me
so
.
India
hates
me
so
much
that
she
'd
even
tell
lies
about
her
own
brother
to
make
me
appear
in
a
bad
light
.
If
you
'll
only
let
me
explain
--
"
Oh
,
Mother
of
God
,
she
thought
in
agony
,
suppose
he
says
:
"
Pray
do
explain
!
"
What
can
I
say
?
How
can
I
explain
?
"
They
'll
have
told
everybody
lies
.
I
ca
n't
go
tonight
.
"
"
You
will
go
,
"
he
said
,
"
if
I
have
to
drag
you
by
the
neck
and
plant
my
boot
on
your
ever
so
charming
bottom
every
step
of
the
way
.
"
