They Were Always Like Two People Talking

All You Have Done Is To Be Different From Other Women And You Have Made A Little Success Of It. This Is Unforgivable Sin In Any Society. The Mere Fact That You Have Succeed To Run The Mill Is An Insult To Everyman Who Hasn't Succeed.

I'm Not Asking You To Forgive Me. I'll Never Understand Or Forgive Myself. And If A Bullet Gets Me, So Help Me, I'll Laugh At Myself For Being An Idiot. There's One Thing I Do Know... And That Is That I Love You, Scarlett. In Spite Of You And Me And The Whole Silly World Going To Pieces Around Us, I Love You. Because We're Alike. Bad Lots, Both Of Us. Selfish And Shrewd. But Able To Look Things In The Eyes As We Call Them By Their Right Names.

Once, When She Was Six Years Old, She Had Fallen From A Tree, Flat On Her Stomach. She Could Still Recall That Sickening Interval Before Breath Came Back Into Her Body. Now, As She Looked At Him, She Felt The Same Way She Had Felt Then, Breathless, Stunned, Nauseated.

You Should Be Kissed And By Someone Who Knows How.

That Is The One Unforgivable Sin In Any Society. Be Different And Be Damned!