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From: | Henry Poole |
Subject: | [Cwriter-fr] breakup overran |
Date: | Wed, 20 Sep 2006 01:11:55 -0300 |
A red-hot little Rebel, he said, with another
sudden grin.
But she took heart at the thought of the
twenty-fivemiles between Atlanta and Tara.
Only mostfools wont see it and take advantage of
the situation created bythe collapse.
Oh,please God, dont let anybody else see through
him, she thoughtwith a start of terror.
For amoment, Melanie thought how nice Captain
Butler was.
Its in shreds already, so what does another dance
matter? Shedisliked him heartily, lounging there against the booth. And
neitherexpression was lost on the man who stood beside them. She met his eyes
unwillingly and saw they were as teasing as asmall boys. A red-hot little Rebel, he
said, with another sudden grin. Im tired of sitting at home and Im not going to do
it anylonger.
And maybe wed all bebetter off if we went out
occasionally to parties. Captain Butler, you must not hold me so tightly. I just
couldnt believe my eyes, and poor Charliehardly dead a year. Im making my fortune
out of the wreckage. Until youve lost your reputation, you neverrealize what a
burden it was or what freedom really is.
Somebodys got to stay home to protect the state
from invasion.
Somebodys got to stay home to protect the state
from invasion. Dont you eversay pretty things, Captain Butler?
And to think it will be years and years before Ill
danceagain.
And neitherexpression was lost on the man who stood
beside them.
You have no ideahow charming you were that day at
Twelve Oaks when you were madand throwing things. Arguments of this character were
always confusing to Scarlett. His were doubly confusing because she had a vague idea
there wastruth in them.
Then he had to dry your eyes and usually he
proposed, toshow just how much he did respect you. No, said Rhett clearly, his eyes
sweeping the crowd carelessly.
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