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"
Pleasant
thing
,
that
.
Rather
ghostly
,
in
fact
.
Like
having
three
in
a
bed
where
there
ought
to
be
just
two
.
"
He
shook
her
shoulders
,
ever
so
slightly
,
hiccoughed
and
smiled
mockingly
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
you
've
been
faithful
to
me
because
Ashley
would
n't
have
you
.
But
,
hell
,
I
would
n't
have
grudged
him
your
body
.
I
know
how
little
bodies
mean
--
especially
women
's
bodies
.
But
I
do
grudge
him
your
heart
and
your
dear
,
hard
,
unscrupulous
,
stubborn
mind
.
He
does
n't
want
your
mind
,
the
fool
,
and
I
do
n't
want
your
body
.
I
can
buy
women
cheap
.
But
I
do
want
your
mind
and
your
heart
,
and
I
'll
never
have
them
,
any
more
than
you
'll
ever
have
Ashley
's
mind
.
And
that
's
why
I
'm
sorry
for
you
.
"
Even
through
her
fear
and
bewilderment
,
his
sneer
stung
.
"
Sorry
--
for
me
?
"
"
Yes
,
sorry
because
you
're
such
a
child
,
Scarlett
.
A
child
crying
for
the
moon
.
What
would
a
child
do
with
the
moon
if
it
got
it
?
And
what
would
you
do
with
Ashley
?
Yes
,
I
'm
sorry
for
you
--
sorry
to
see
you
throwing
away
happiness
with
both
hands
and
reaching
out
for
something
that
would
never
make
you
happy
.
I
'm
sorry
because
you
are
such
a
fool
you
do
n't
know
there
ca
n't
ever
be
happiness
except
when
like
mates
like
.
If
I
were
dead
,
if
Miss
Melly
were
dead
and
you
had
your
precious
honorable
lover
,
do
you
think
you
'd
be
happy
with
him
?
Hell
,
no
!
You
would
never
know
him
,
never
know
what
he
was
thinking
about
,
never
understand
him
any
more
than
you
understand
music
and
poetry
and
books
or
anything
that
is
n't
dollars
and
cents
.
Whereas
,
we
,
dear
wife
of
my
bosom
,
could
have
been
perfectly
happy
if
you
had
ever
given
us
half
a
chance
,
for
we
are
so
much
alike
.
We
are
both
scoundrels
,
Scarlett
,
and
nothing
is
beyond
us
when
we
want
something
.
We
could
have
been
happy
,
for
I
loved
you
and
I
know
you
,
Scarlett
,
down
to
your
bones
,
in
a
way
that
Ashley
could
never
know
you
.
And
he
would
despise
you
if
he
did
know
...
But
no
,
you
must
go
mooning
all
your
life
after
a
man
you
can
not
understand
.
And
I
,
my
darling
,
will
continue
to
moon
after
whores
.
And
,
I
dare
say
we
'll
do
better
than
most
couples
.
"
He
released
her
abruptly
and
made
a
weaving
way
back
toward
the
decanter
.
For
a
moment
,
Scarlett
stood
rooted
,
thoughts
tearing
in
and
out
of
her
mind
so
swiftly
that
she
could
seize
none
of
them
long
enough
to
examine
them
.
Rhett
had
said
he
loved
her
.
Did
he
mean
it
?
Or
was
he
merely
drunk
?
Or
was
this
one
of
his
horrible
jokes
?
And
Ashley
--
the
moon
--
crying
for
the
moon
.
She
ran
swiftly
into
the
dark
hall
,
fleeing
as
though
demons
were
upon
her
.
Oh
,
if
she
could
only
reach
her
room
!
She
turned
her
ankle
and
the
slipper
fell
half
off
.
As
she
stopped
to
kick
it
loose
frantically
,
Rhett
,
running
lightly
as
an
Indian
,
was
beside
her
in
the
dark
.
His
breath
was
not
on
her
face
and
his
hands
went
round
her
roughly
,
under
the
wrapper
,
against
her
bare
skin
.
"
You
turned
me
out
on
the
town
while
you
chased
him
.
By
God
,
this
is
one
night
when
there
are
only
going
to
be
two
in
my
bed
.
"
He
swung
her
off
her
feet
into
his
arms
and
started
up
the
stairs
.
Her
head
was
crushed
against
his
chest
and
she
heard
the
hard
hammering
of
his
heart
beneath
her
ears
.
He
hurt
her
and
she
cried
out
,
muffled
,
frightened
.
Up
the
stairs
he
went
in
the
utter
darkness
,
up
,
up
,
and
she
was
wild
with
fear
.
He
was
a
mad
stranger
and
this
was
a
black
darkness
she
did
not
know
,
darker
than
death
.
He
was
like
death
,
carrying
her
away
in
arms
that
hurt
.
She
screamed
,
stifled
against
him
and
he
stopped
suddenly
on
the
landing
and
,
turning
her
swiftly
in
his
arms
,
bent
over
and
kissed
her
with
a
savagery
and
a
completeness
that
wiped
out
everything
from
her
mind
but
the
dark
into
which
she
was
sinking
and
the
lips
on
hers
.
He
was
shaking
,
as
though
he
stood
in
a
strong
wind
,
and
his
lips
,
traveling
from
her
mouth
downward
to
where
the
wrapper
had
fallen
from
her
body
,
fell
on
her
soft
flesh
.
He
was
muttering
things
she
did
not
hear
,
his
lips
were
evoking
feelings
never
felt
before
.
She
was
darkness
and
he
was
darkness
and
there
had
never
been
anything
before
this
time
,
only
darkness
and
his
lips
upon
her
.
She
tried
to
speak
and
his
mouth
was
over
hers
again
.
Suddenly
she
had
a
wild
thrill
such
as
she
had
never
known
;
joy
,
fear
,
madness
,
excitement
,
surrender
to
arms
that
were
too
strong
,
lips
too
bruising
,
fate
that
moved
too
fast
.
