Унесенные ветром

Chapter 47

           Sherecoveredenoughtopushtheideafromthetopofhermindanddecide:"I’llthinkaboutitalltomorrow."

           "What’syournews?"shesaidwithaneffort,blowinghernoseonhishandkerchiefandpushingbackthehairthathadbeguntostraggle.

           "Mynewsisthis,"heanswered,grinningdownather."IstillwantyoumorethananywomanI’veeverseenandnowthatFrank’sgone,Ithoughtyou’dbeinterestedtoknowit."

           Scarlettjerkedherhandsawayfromhisgraspandsprangtoherfeet.

           "I—youarethemostill-bredmanintheworld,cominghereatthistimeofalltimeswithyourfilthyIshouldhaveknownyou’dneverchange.AndFrankhardlycold!IfyouhadanydecencyWillyouleavethis—"

           "Dobequietoryou’llhaveMissPittypatdownhereinaminute,"hesaid,notrisingbutreachingupandtakingbothherfists."I’mafraidyoumissmypoint."

           "Missyourpoint?Idon’tmissanything."Shepulledagainsthisgrip."Turnmelooseandgetoutofhere.Ineverheardofsuchbadtaste.I—"

           "Hush,"hesaid."Iamaskingyoutomarryme.WouldyoubeconvincedifIkneltdown?"

           Shesaid"Oh"breathlesslyandsatdownhardonthesofa.

           Shestaredathim,hermouthopen,wonderingifthebrandywereplayingtricksonhermind,rememberingsenselesslyhisjibing:"Mydear,I’mnotamarryingman."Shewasdrunkorhewascrazy.Buthedidnotlookcrazy.Helookedascalmasthoughhewerediscussingtheweather,andhissmoothdrawlfellonherearswithnoparticularemphasis.

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