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Chapter 47

           Whenhecamebackandsatdownbesideher,hisdarkeyesalertlysearchingherface,thepallofdeathrecededbeforethevitalityheradiatedandtheroomseemedpleasantandhomelikeagain,thelampsrosyandwarm.

           "What’sthematter,honey?"

           NooneintheworldcouldsaythatfoolishwordofendearmentascaressinglyasRhett,evenwhenhewasjoking,buthedidnotlookasifhewerejokingnow.Sheraisedtormentedeyestohisfaceandsomehowfoundcomfortintheblankinscrutabilityshesawthere.Shedidnotknowwhythisshouldbe,forhewassuchanunpredictable,callousperson.Perhapsitwasbecause,asheoftensaid,theyweresomuchalike.SometimesshethoughtthatallthepeopleshehadeverknownwerestrangersexceptRhett.

           "Can’tyoutellme?"hetookherhand,oddlygentle."It’smorethanoldFrankleavingyou?Doyouneedmoney?"

           "Money?God,no!Oh,Rhett,I’msoafraid."

           "Don’tbeagoose,Scarlett,you’veneverbeenafraidinyourlife."

           "Oh,Rhett,Iamafraid!"

           Thewordsbubbledupfasterthanshecouldspeakthem.Shecouldtellhim.ShecouldtellRhettanything.He’dbeensobadhimselfthathewouldn’tsitinjudgmentonher.Howwonderfultoknowsomeonewhowasbadanddishonorableandacheatandaliar,whenalltheworldwasfilledwithpeoplewhowouldnotlietosavetheirsoulsandwhowouldratherstarvethandoadishonorabledeed!

           "I’mafraidI’lldieandgotohell."

           Ifhelaughedathershewoulddie,rightthen.Buthedidnotlaugh.

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