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Do I Understand, Sir, That You Mean The Cause For Which Our Heroes Have Died Is Not Sacred?' If You Were Run Over By A Railroad Train Your Death Wouldn’t Sanctify The Railroad Company, Would It?' Asked Rhett And His Voice Sounded As If He Were Humbly Seeking Information.

She Could Not Ignore Life. She Had To Live It And It Was Too Brutal, Too Hostile, For Her Even To Try To Gloss Over Its Harshness With A Smile

What’s Broken Is Broken—and I’d Rather Remember It As It Was At Its Best Than Mend It And See The Broken Places As Long As I Live…i’m Too Old To Believe In Such Sentimentalities As Clean Slates And Starting All Over.

Hush," He Said. "i Am Asking You To Marry Me. Would You Be Convinced If I Knelt Down?

Men And Women, They Were Beautiful And Wild, All A Little Violent Under Their Pleasant Ways And Only A Little Tamed.