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"
My
dear
,
must
you
make
me
say
things
that
will
hurt
you
?
"
Her
silence
pressed
him
on
.
"
How
can
I
make
you
see
these
things
,
my
dear
.
You
who
are
so
young
and
unthinking
that
you
do
not
know
what
marriage
means
.
"
"
I
know
I
love
you
.
"
"
Love
is
n't
enough
to
make
a
successful
marriage
when
two
people
are
as
different
as
we
are
.
You
would
want
all
of
a
man
,
Scarlett
,
his
body
,
his
heart
,
his
soul
,
his
thoughts
.
And
if
you
did
not
have
them
,
you
would
be
miserable
.
And
I
could
n't
give
you
all
of
me
.
I
could
n't
give
all
of
me
to
anyone
.
And
I
would
not
want
all
of
your
mind
and
your
soul
.
And
you
would
be
hurt
,
and
then
you
would
come
to
hate
me
--
how
bitterly
!
You
would
hate
the
books
I
read
and
the
music
I
loved
,
because
they
took
me
away
from
you
even
for
a
moment
.
And
I
--
perhaps
I
--
"
"
Do
you
love
her
?
"
"
She
is
like
me
,
part
of
my
blood
,
and
we
understand
each
other
.
Scarlett
!
Scarlett
!
Ca
n't
I
make
you
see
that
a
marriage
ca
n't
go
on
in
any
sort
of
peace
unless
the
two
people
are
alike
?
"
Some
one
else
had
said
that
:
"
Like
must
marry
like
or
there
'll
be
no
happiness
.
"
Who
was
it
?
It
seemed
a
million
years
since
she
had
heard
that
,
but
it
still
did
not
make
sense
.
"
But
you
said
you
cared
.
"
"
I
should
n't
have
said
it
.
"
