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But The Small Cloud Which Appeared In The Northwest Four Months Ago Had Blown Up Into A Mighty Storm And Then Into A Screaming Tornado,sweeping Away Her World, Whirling Her Out Of Her Sheltered Life,and Dropping Her Down In The Midst Of This Still,haunted Desolation.

You're So Brutal To Those Who Love You, Scarlett. You Take Their Love And Hold It Over Their Heads Like A Whip.

She Could See So Clearly Now That He Was Only A Childish Fancy, No More Important Really Than Her Spoiled Desire For The Aquamarine Earbobs She Had Coaxed Out Of Gerald. For, Once She Owned The Earbobs, They Had Lost Their Value, As Everything Except Money Lost Its Value Once It Was Hers.

If I Said I Was Madly In Love With You, I'd Be Lying And What's More, You'd Know It.

Fo' Gawd, Miss Scarlett! We's Got Ter Have A Doctah. Ah- Ah- Miss Scarlett, Ah Doan Know Nuthin' 'bout Bringin' Babies. -prissy