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And you old enough to be her father!
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How closely women crutch the very chains that bind them!
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Mrs. Charles Hamilton--one hundred and fifty dollars--in gold.
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Bad women and all they involved were mysterious and revolting matters to her. She knew that men patronized these women for purposes which no lady should mention--or, if she did mention them, in whispers and by indirection and euphemism. She had always thought that only common vulgar men visited such women. Before this moment, it had never occurred to her that nice men-- that is, men she met at nice homes and with whom she danced--could poss..
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To her, all women, including her two sisters, were natural enemies in pursuit of the same prey--man.
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There was a look of consternation in them, of incredulity and something more - what was it? Yes, Gerald had looked that way the day his pet hunter had broken his leg and he had had to shoot him. Why did she have to think of that now? Such a silly thought. And why did Ashley look so oddly and say nothing?
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For all his exasperating qualities, she grew to look forward to his calls. There was something exciting about him that she could not analyze, something different from any man she had ever known. There was something breathtaking in the grace of his big body which made his very entrance into a room like an abrupt physical impact, something in the impertinence and bland mockery of his dark eyes that challenged her spirit to subdue him.
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She was seeing things with new eyes for, somewhere along the long road to Tara, she had left her girlhood behind her. She was no longer plastic clay, yielding imprint to each new experience. The clay had hardened, some time in this indeterminate day which had lasted a thousand years. Tonight was the last time she would ever be ministered to as a child. She was a woman now and youth was gone.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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Really, Scarlett, I can't go all my life, waiting to catch you between husbands.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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Sil'nye liudi ne liubiat svidetelei svoei slabosti.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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the coarse impudence of Rhett Butler. But, if he possessed
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Margaret Mitchell |
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Seated with Stuart and Brent Tarleton in the cool shade of the porch of Tara, her father's plantation,
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Margaret Mitchell |
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He doesn't want your mind, the fool, and I don't want your body. I can buy women cheap. But I do want your mind and your heart, and I'll never have them, any more than you'll ever have Ashley's mind. And that's why I'm sorry for you.
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we, dear wife of my bosom, could have been perfectly happy if you had ever given us half a chance, for we are so much alike.
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I do not want to marry you or anyone else. I am not a marrying man.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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Then why is your mouth all pursed up in that ridiculous way?
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But there was a difference in their hardness and hers and just what the difference was, she could not, for the moment, tell. Perhaps it was that there was nothing she would not do, and there were so many things these people would rather die than do. Perhaps it was that they were without hope but still smiling at life, bowing gracefully and passing it by. And this Scarlett could not do. She could not ignore life. She had to live it and it wa..
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My pet, I've been to the devil and he's a very dull fellow.
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She was a woman now and youth was gone.
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Pretty young Mrs. Hamilton, with her dimple and her jingling earbobs and her helpless little ways, blowing a man's face to a pulp and then burying him in a hastily scratched-out hole!
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Indeed!" he said coolly. "Well, who's the happy father? Ashley?"
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You are pretty healthy, and maybe there isn't any hell after all." "Oh, but there is Rhett! You know there is!" "I know there is but it's right here on earth. Not after we die. There's nothing after we die, Scarlett. You are having your hell now."
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Afternoon naps were a custom of the country and never were they so necessary as on the all-day parties, beginning early in the morning and culminating in a ball.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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This," said a voice from the depths of the sofa, "is too much."
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Margaret Mitchell |
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Arrogance and callousness for the conquerors, bitter endurance and hatred for the conquered.
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Malign fate had broken their necks, perhaps, but never their hearts. They had not whined, they had fought. And when they died, they died spent but unquenched.
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Oh, you have the nastiest way of making virtues sound so stupid." "But virtues are stupid. Do you care if people talk?"
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Margaret Mitchell |
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For a woman, love comes after marriage.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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without knowing why, she found it comforting to be in his presence.
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Margaret Mitchell |
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There will never again be men like them," said Carreen softly. "No one can take their places."
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war
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