Now You Are Beginning To Think For

Sir" Said Mrs. Meade Indignantly. "there Are No Deserters In The Confederate Army." "i Beg Your Pardon," Said Rhett With Mock Humility. "i Meant Those Thousands On Furlough Who Forgot To Rejoin Their Regiments And Those Who Have Been Over Their Wounds For Six Months But Who Remain At Home, Going About Their Usual Business Or Doing The Spring Plowing.

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.

But The Small Cloud Which Appeared In The Northwest Four Months Ago Had Blown Up Into A Mighty Storm And Then Into A Screaming Tornado,sweeping Away Her World, Whirling Her Out Of Her Sheltered Life,and Dropping Her Down In The Midst Of This Still,haunted Desolation.

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.

I Can't Think About That Right Now. If I Do, I'll Go Crazy. I'll Think About That Tomorrow.