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How wonderful it would be never to marry but to go on being lovely in pale green dresses and forever courted by handsome men.
“Scandalously and truly. Always providing you have enough courage—or money—you can do without a reputation.”
She had learned to say, “I won’t think of this or that bothersome thought now. I’ll think about it tomorrow.”
“They both see the same unpleasant truth, but Rhett likes to look it in the face and enrage people by talking about it—and Ashley can hardly bear to face it.” It was very bewildering.
Scarlett, our Southern way of living is as antiquated as the feudal system of the Middle Ages.
She had started to say: “I’d cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it,” but she finished, “I’d do anything for you!”
She wanted to pray but she could not raise her eyes to Heaven. She wanted to cry but the tears would not come. They seemed to flood her chest, and they were hot tears that burned under her bosom, but they would not flow.
“I won’t need you to rescue me. I can take care of myself, thank you.”
But, Scarlett, you need kissing badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. All your beaux have respected you too much, though God knows why, or they have been too afraid of you to really do right by you. The result is that you are unendurably uppity. You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.”
“When will you stop looking for compliments in men’s lightest utterances?” “When I’m on my deathbed,” she replied and smiled, thinking that there would always be men to compliment her, even if Rhett never did.