I'm Tired Of Saying "how

I Have A Passionate Desire For Personal Privacy. I Want To Stand Before The World, For Good Or Bad, On The Book I Wrote, Not On What I Say In Letters To Friends, Not On My Husband And My Home Life, The Way I Dress, My Likes And Dislikes, Et Cetera. My Book Belongs To Anyone Who Has The Price, But Nothing Of Me Belongs To The Public.

Sir" Said Mrs. Meade Indignantly. "there Are No Deserters In The Confederate Army." "i Beg Your Pardon," Said Rhett With Mock Humility. "i Meant Those Thousands On Furlough Who Forgot To Rejoin Their Regiments And Those Who Have Been Over Their Wounds For Six Months But Who Remain At Home, Going About Their Usual Business Or Doing The Spring Plowing.

What Most People Don't Seem To Realize Is That There Is Just As Much Money To Be Made Out Of The Wreckage Of A Civilization As From The Upbuilding Of One.

Like Most Girls, Her Imagination Carried Her Just As Far As The Altar And No Further.

I'm Tempting You With Fine Gifts Until Your Girlish Ideals Are Quite Worn Away And You Are At My Mercy.