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Chapter 35

           "ButMissScarlett!Thesoldiers—Why—"

           "Mary,MotherofGod,letmethinkofarealgoodlie,"sheprayedhastily.ItwouldneverdoforFranktosuspectshehadseenRhett.FrankthoughtRhetttheblackestofblackguardsandunsafefordecentwomentospeakto.

           "Iwentthere—Iwenttheretoseeif—ifanyoftheofficerswouldbuyfancyworkfrommetosendhometotheirwives.Iembroiderverynicely."

           Hesankbackagainsttheseataghast,indignationstrugglingwithbewilderment.

           "YouwenttotheYankees—ButMissScarlett!Youshouldn’t.Why—why...Surelyyourfatherdoesn’tknow!Surely,MissPittypat—"

           "Oh,IshalldieifyoutellAuntPittypat!"shecriedinrealanxietyandburstintotears.Itwaseasytocry,becauseshewassocoldandmiserable,buttheeffectwasstartling.Frankcouldnothavebeenmoreembarrassedorhelplessifshehadsuddenlybegundisrobing.Heclickedhistongueagainsthisteethseveraltimes,muttering"My!My!"andmadefutilegesturesather.Adaringthoughtwentthroughhismindthatheshoulddrawherheadontohisshoulderandpatherbuthehadneverdonethistoanywomanandhardlyknewhowtogoaboutit.ScarlettO’Hara,sohighspiritedandpretty,cryinghereinhisbuggy.ScarlettO’Hara,theproudestoftheproud,tryingtosellneedleworktotheYankees.Hisheartburned.

           Shesobbedon,sayingafewwordsnowandthen,andhegatheredthatallwasnotwellatTara.Mr.

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