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His
eyes
came
back
to
her
and
his
voice
changed
.
Now
it
was
light
and
cool
.
"
So
she
's
dead
.
That
makes
it
nice
for
you
,
does
n't
it
?
"
"
Oh
,
how
can
you
say
such
things
,
"
she
cried
,
stung
,
the
quick
tears
coming
to
her
eyes
.
"
You
know
how
I
loved
her
!
"
"
No
,
I
ca
n't
say
I
did
.
Most
unexpected
and
it
's
to
your
credit
,
considering
your
passion
for
white
trash
,
that
you
could
appreciate
her
at
last
.
"
"
How
can
you
talk
so
?
Of
course
I
appreciated
her
!
You
did
n't
.
You
did
n't
know
her
like
I
did
!
It
is
n't
in
you
to
understand
her
--
how
good
she
was
--
"
"
Indeed
?
Perhaps
not
.
"
"
She
thought
of
everybody
except
herself
--
why
,
her
last
words
were
about
you
.
"
There
was
a
flash
of
genuine
feeling
in
his
eyes
as
he
turned
to
her
.
"
What
did
she
say
?
"
"
Oh
,
not
now
,
Rhett
.
"
