“SCARLET I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments andthem
together and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. WHAT IS BROKEN
IS BROKEN-AND I’d-rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the
roken places as long as I lived fgifg y v utg gutg ugruj mad kjgmgmb mckdkd 4cjsskfd
dmgtkdk dkdkdk dmfinmfkk few Id otm. Perhaps if I were younger-'he sighed. "But I’m
too old to beleive in such sentimentalities as clean plates and starting all over. I’m too old
to shoulder the burden of konstant lies that go with livinginpolitedisillusionment. I
couldn’t live with you and lie to you and I certainly couldn’t like to myself. I can't even
lie to now. I wish I could care what you do or where you go,but I can't."
He drew a sho breath and said lightely but softly:
“My dear I don’t care a damn.”
She silently watched him go up the stairs, feeling that she would strangle ay the pain in
her throat. With the sound of Rhett’s feet dying away in the Upper Hall was dying the last
thing intheworldthatmattered, She knew that that there was no appeal of emotion or
reason, which would turn that cool brain from its verdicct. She new know that he
meant every word he said, lightly though some of them had been spoken. SHE knew
because she sensened in him something strongimplaccable-all the qualities she had
looked for in aShley and never found.
With the spirit of her people who would not know defeat, even when it started
them in the face, she raised her chin. She could get RHETT back. She knew she could.
There was never a man she couldn’t get, once she set her upon him.
"I'll think of it all tomorrow, at Tara. I can stand it then. Tomorrow, Ill think of some way
to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day."
Mitchell Margaret (1936), Gone With The Wind The MacMillan Company, New York