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Scarlett's Mind Went Back Through The Years To The Still Hot Noon At Tara When Grey Smoke Curled Above A Blue-clad Body And Melanie Stood At The Top Of The Stairs With Charles' Sabre In Her Hand. Scarlett Remembered That She Had Thought At The Time: 'how Silly! Melly Couldn't Even Heft That Sword!' But Now She Knew That Had The Necessity Arisen, Melanie Would Have Charged Down Those Stairs And Killed The Yankee - Or Been Killed Herself.

Yes, As Rhett Had Prophesied, Marriage Could Be A Lot Of Fun. Not Only Was It Fun But She Was Learning Many Things. That Was Odd In Itself, Because Scarlett Had Thought Life Could Teach Her No More. Now She Felt Like A Child, Every Day On The Brink Of A New Discovery.

You Have Eternity In Which To Explain And Only One Night To Be A Martyr In The Amphitheater Get Out, Darling, And Let Me See The Lions Eat You.

And If We Folks Have A Motto, It's This: 'don't Holler - Smile And Bide Your Time.' We've Survived A Passel Of Things That Way, Smiling And Biding Our Time, And We've Gotten To Be Experts At Surviving.

Oh, Why Was He So Handsomely Blond, So Courteously Aloof, So Maddeningly Boring With His Talk About Europe And Books And Music And Poetry And Things That Interested Her Not At All - And Yet So Desirable?