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Forgive Me For Startling You With The Impetuosity Of My Sentiments, My Dear Scarlett—i Mean, My Dear Mrs. Kennedy. It Cannot Have Escaped Your Notice That For Some Time Past The Friendship I Have Had In My Heart For You Has Ripened Into A Deeper Feeling, A Feeling More Beautiful, More Pure, More Sacred. Dare I Name It You? Ah! It Is Love Which Makes Me So Bold!

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 Couldn't Survey The Wreck Of The World With An Air Of Casual Unconcern.

Land Is The Only Thing In The World That Amounts To Anything, For 'tis The Only Thing In This World That Lasts, 'tis The Only Thing Worth Working For, Worth Fighting For - Worth Dying For.

Longing Hearts Could Only Stand So Much Longing.