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He
shrugged
and
the
light
went
out
of
his
eyes
.
"
Always
Ashley
,
"
he
said
and
was
silent
for
a
moment
.
"
Scarlett
,
when
you
are
forty-five
,
perhaps
you
will
know
what
I
'm
talking
about
and
then
perhaps
you
,
too
,
will
be
tired
of
imitation
gentry
and
shoddy
manners
and
cheap
emotions
.
But
I
doubt
it
.
I
think
you
'll
always
be
more
attracted
by
glister
than
by
gold
.
Anyway
,
I
ca
n't
wait
that
long
to
see
.
And
I
have
no
desire
to
wait
.
It
just
does
n't
interest
me
.
I
'm
going
to
hunt
in
old
towns
and
old
countries
where
some
of
the
old
times
must
still
linger
.
I
'm
that
sentimental
.
Atlanta
's
too
raw
for
me
,
too
new
.
"
"
Stop
,
"
she
said
suddenly
.
She
had
hardly
heard
anything
he
had
said
.
Certainly
her
mind
had
not
taken
it
in
.
But
she
knew
she
could
no
longer
endure
with
any
fortitude
the
sound
of
his
voice
when
there
was
no
love
in
it
.
He
paused
and
looked
at
her
quizzically
.
"
Well
,
you
get
my
meaning
,
do
n't
you
?
"
he
questioned
,
rising
to
his
feet
.
She
threw
out
her
hands
to
him
,
palms
up
,
in
the
age-old
gesture
of
appeal
and
her
heart
,
again
,
was
in
her
face
.
"
No
,
"
she
cried
.
"
All
I
know
is
that
you
do
not
love
me
and
you
are
going
away
!
Oh
,
my
darling
,
if
you
go
,
what
shall
I
do
?
"
For
a
moment
he
hesitated
as
if
debating
whether
a
kind
lie
were
kinder
in
the
long
run
than
the
truth
.
Then
he
shrugged
.
"
Scarlett
,
I
was
never
one
to
patiently
pick
up
broken
fragments
and
glue
them
together
and
tell
myself
that
the
mended
whole
was
as
good
as
new
.
What
is
broken
is
broken
--
and
I
'd
rather
remember
it
as
it
was
at
its
best
than
mend
it
and
see
the
broken
places
as
long
as
I
lived
.
Perhaps
,
if
I
were
younger
--
"
he
sighed
.
