Hush," He Said. "i Am Asking You

Life's Under No Obligation To Give Us What We Expect. We Take What We Get And Are Thankful It's No Worse Than It Is.

Forgive Me For Startling You With The Impetuosity Of My Sentiments, My Dear Scarlett—i Mean, My Dear Mrs. Kennedy. It Cannot Have Escaped Your Notice That For Some Time Past The Friendship I Have Had In My Heart For You Has Ripened Into A Deeper Feeling, A Feeling More Beautiful, More Pure, More Sacred. Dare I Name It You? Ah! It Is Love Which Makes Me So Bold!

I Want To Make You Faint. I Will Make You Faint. You've Had This Coming To You For Years. None Of The Fools You've Known Have Kissed You Like This - Have They? Your Precious Charles Or Frank Or Your Stupid Ashley... I Said Your Stupid Ashley. Gentlemen All - What Do They Know About Women? What Do They Know About You? I Know You.

No, My Dear, I'm Not In Love With You, No More Than You Are With Me, And If I Were, You Would Be The Last Person I'd Ever Tell. God Help The Man Who Ever Really Loves You. You'd Break His Heart, My Darling, Cruel, Destructive Little Cat Who Is So Careless And Confident She Doesn't Even Trouble To Sheathe Her Claws.

Somehow The Bright Beauty Had Gone From April Afternoon And From Her Heart As Well And The Sad Sweetness Of Remembering Was As Bitter As Gall.