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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.

Somehow The Bright Beauty Had Gone From April Afternoon And From Her Heart As Well And The Sad Sweetness Of Remembering Was As Bitter As Gall.

Now She Had A Fumbling Knowledge That, Had She Ever Understood Ashley, She Would Never Have Loved Him; Had She Ever Understood Rhett, She Would Never Have Lost Him.

It Was Hard To Believe There Was So Much Money In All This Bitter And Poverty-stricken World. So Much Money, So Very Much Money, And Someone Else Had It, Someone Who Took It Lightly And Didn't Need It.

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.