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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.

Say You’ll Marry Me When I Come Back Or, Before God, I Won’t Go. I’ll Stay Around Here And Play A Guitar Under Your Window Every Night And Sing At The Top Of My Voice And Compromise You, So You’ll Have To Marry Me To Save Your Reputation.

Now He Saw That She Understood Entirely Too Well And He Felt The Usual Masculine Indignation At The Duplicity Of Women. Added To It Was The Usual Masculine Disillusionment In Discovering That A Woman Has A Brain.

That's What's Wrong With You. All Your Beaux Have Respected You Too Much, Though God Knows Why, Or They Have Been Too Afraid Of You To Really Do Right By You. The Result Is That You Are Unendurably Uppity. You Should Be Kissed And By Someone Who Knows How.

. . . She Knew Only That If She Did Or Said Thus-and-so, Men Would Unerringly Respond With The Complimentary Thus-and-so. It Was Like A Mathematical Formula And No More Difficult, For Mathematics Was The One Subject That Had Come Easy To Scarlett In Her Schooldays.