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Chapter 6

           "IfIwent—would—wouldyoubesorry,MissO’Hara?"

           "Ishouldcryintomypilloweverynight,"saidScarlett,meaningtobeflippant,buthetookthestatementatfacevalueandwentredwithpleasure.Herhandwasconcealedinthefoldsofherdressandhecautiouslywormedhishandtoitandsqueezedit,overwhelmedathisownboldnessandatheracquiescence.

           "Wouldyouprayforme?"

           "Whatafool!"thoughtScarlettbitterly,castingasurreptitiousglanceaboutherinthehopeofbeingrescuedfromtheconversation.

           "Wouldyou?"

           "Oh—yes,indeed,Mr.Hamilton.ThreeRosariesanight,atleast!"

           Charlesgaveaswiftlookabouthim,drewinhisbreath,stiffenedthemusclesofhisstomach.Theywerepracticallyaloneandhemightnevergetanothersuchopportunity.And,evengivenanothersuchGodsentoccasion,hiscouragemightfailhim.

           "MissO’Hara—Imusttellyousomething.I—Iloveyou!"

           "Um?"saidScarlettabsently,tryingtopeerthroughthecrowdofarguingmentowhereAshleystillsattalkingatMelanie’sfeet.

           "Yes!"whisperedCharles,inarapturethatshehadneitherlaughed,screamednorfainted,ashehadalwaysimaginedyounggirlsdidundersuchcircumstances."Iloveyou!Youarethemost—themost—"andhefoundhistongueforthefirsttimeinhislife.

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