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"
Stop
laughing
.
"
"
I
am
laughing
because
I
am
so
sorry
for
you
.
"
"
Sorry
--
for
me
?
Be
sorry
for
yourself
.
"
"
Yes
,
by
God
,
I
'm
sorry
for
you
,
my
dear
,
my
pretty
little
fool
.
That
hurts
,
does
n't
it
?
You
ca
n't
stand
either
laughter
or
pity
,
can
you
?
"
He
stopped
laughing
,
leaning
so
heavily
against
her
shoulders
that
they
ached
.
His
face
changed
and
he
leaned
so
close
to
her
that
the
heavy
whisky
smell
of
his
breath
made
her
turn
her
head
.
"
Jealous
,
am
I
?
"
he
said
.
"
And
why
not
?
Oh
,
yes
,
I
'm
jealous
of
Ashley
Wilkes
.
Why
not
?
Oh
,
do
n't
try
to
talk
and
explain
.
I
know
you
've
been
physically
faithful
to
me
.
Was
that
what
you
were
trying
to
say
?
Oh
,
I
've
known
that
all
along
.
All
these
years
.
How
do
I
know
?
Oh
,
well
,
I
know
Ashley
Wilkes
and
his
breed
.
I
know
he
is
honorable
and
a
gentleman
.
And
that
,
my
dear
,
is
more
than
I
can
say
for
you
--
or
for
me
,
for
that
matter
.
We
are
not
gentlemen
and
we
have
no
honor
,
have
we
?
That
's
why
we
flourish
like
green
bay
trees
.
"
"
Let
me
go
.
I
wo
n't
stand
here
and
be
insulted
.
"
"
I
'm
not
insulting
you
.
I
'm
praising
your
physical
virtue
.
And
it
has
n't
fooled
me
one
bit
.
You
think
men
are
such
fools
,
Scarlett
.
It
never
pays
to
underestimate
your
opponent
's
strength
and
intelligence
.
And
I
'm
not
a
fool
.
Do
n't
you
suppose
I
know
that
you
've
lain
in
my
arms
and
pretended
I
was
Ashley
Wilkes
?
"
Her
jaw
dropped
and
fear
and
astonishment
were
written
plainly
in
her
face
.
