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Chapter 23

           Scarlett’steethchatteredbutsogreatwasherterrorshewasnotevenawareofit.Shewascoldandsheshivered,eventhoughtheheatoftheflameswasalreadyhotagainsttheirfaces.Thiswashellandshewasinitand,ifshecouldonlyhaveconqueredhershakingknees,shewouldhaveleapedfromthewagonandrunscreamingbackthedarkroadtheyhadcome,backtotherefugeofMissPittypat’shouse.SheshrankclosertoRhett,tookhisarminfingersthattrembledandlookedupathimforwords,forcomfort,forsomethingreassuring.Intheunholycrimsonglowthatbathedthem,hisdarkprofilestoodoutasclearlyastheheadonanancientcoin,beautiful,cruelanddecadent.Athertouchheturnedtoher,hiseyesgleamingwithalightasfrighteningasthefire.ToScarlett,heseemedasexhilaratedandcontemptuousasifhegotstrongpleasurefromthesituation,asifhewelcomedtheinfernotheywereapproaching.

           "Here,"hesaid,layingahandononeofthelong-barreledpistolsinhisbelt."Ifanyone,blackorwhite,comesuponyoursideofthewagonandtriestolayhandonthehorse,shoothimandwe’llaskquestionslater.ButforGod’ssake,don’tshootthenaginyourexcitement."

           "IIhaveapistol,"shewhispered,clutchingtheweaponinherlap,perfectlycertainthatifdeathstaredherintheface,shewouldbetoofrightenedtopullthetrigger.

           "Youhave?Wheredidyougetit?"

           "It’sCharles’."

           "Charles?"

           "Yes,Charlesmyhusband."

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