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"Think, then, while I finish my cigarThen
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"Think, then, while I finish my cigarThen I want your answerThink
what it will be like if you have to pour your own money into that
horror of a house you love so much on Peachtree Street; you have no
conception of the costAnd then think about having a thou sand times
the money you've been hoarding all these years-a king's ransom,
Scarlett, all at one time and all yours
More than even you could ever spendPlus the house expenses paid
by
meI'll even give you title to the property The end of his cigar
glowed brightScarlett began to think with desperate concentration
She had to find a way to stayShe couldn't go away, not for all the
money in the worldRhett rose to his feet and walked to the porthole
He threw the cigar out and looked through the opening at the
riverbank
for a moment until he saw a landmark
The sunlight was bright on his faceHow much he's changed since he
left Atlanta! thought ScarlettThen he had been drinking as if he
was trying to blot out the worldBut now he was Rhett again, with his
sun-darkened skin drawn tight over the fine sharp planes of his face
and his clear eyes as dark as desireUnder his elegant tailored coat
and linen, his muscles were hard, visibly swelling when he movedHe
was everything a man should beShe wanted him back, and she was
going
to get him, no matter whatScarlett took a deep breathShe was
ready when he turned toward her and raised one eyebrow in
interrogation"What's it to be, Scarlett?"
"You want to make a deal you said, Rhett Scarlett was businesslike
"But you're not bargaining, you're flinging threats at my head like
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