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You're So Brutal To Those Who Love You, Scarlett. You Take Their Love And Hold It Over Their Heads Like A Whip.

I Bare My Soul And You Are Suspicious! No, Scarlett, This Is A Bona Fide Honorable Declaration. I Admit That It's Not In The Best Of Taste, Coming At This Time, But I Have A Very Good Excuse For My Lack Of Breeding. I'm Going Away Tomorrow For A Long Time And I Fear That If I Wait Till I Return You'll Have Married Some One Else With A Little Money. So I Thought, Why Not Me And My Money? Really, Scarlett, I Can't Go All My Life Waiting To Catch You Between Husbands.

He Had Never Known Such Gallantry As The Gallantry Of Scarlett O'hara Going Forth To Conquer The World In Her Mother's Velvet Curtains And The Tail Feathers Of A Rooster.

She Was Darkness And He Was Darkness And There Had Never Been Anything Before This Time, Only Darkness And His Lips Upon Her. She Tried To Speak And His Mouth Was Over Hers Again. Suddenly She Had A Wild Thrill Such As She Had Never Known; Joy, Fear, Madness, Excitement, Surrender To Arms That Were Too Strong, Lips Too Bruising, Fate That Moved Too Fast.

It Was This Feminine Conspiracy Which Made Southern Society So Pleasant. Women Knew That A Land Where Men Were Contented, Uncontradicted Ans Safe In Possession Of Unpunctured Vanity Was Likely To Be A Very Pleasant Place For Women To Live. So, From The Cradle To The Grave, Women Strove To Make Men Pleased With Themselves, And The Satisfied Men Repaid Lavishly With Gallantry And Adoration. In Fact, Men Willingly Gave Ladies Everything In The World Except Credit For Having Intelligence.