No, My Dear, I'm Not In Love With You, No More Than You Are With Me, And If I Were, You Would Be The Last Person I'd Ever Tell. God Help The Man Who Ever Really Loves You. You'd Break His Heart, My Darling, Cruel, Destructive Little Cat Who Is So Careless And Confident She Doesn't Even Trouble To Sheathe Her Claws.

-Margaret Mitchell

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No, My Dear, I'm Not In Love

Margaret Mitchell

No, My Dear, I'm Not In Love With You, No More Than You Are With Me, And If I Were, You Would Be The Last Person I'd Ever Tell. God Help The Man Who Ever Really Loves You. You'd Break His Heart, My Darling, Cruel, Destructive Little Cat Who Is So Careless And Confident She Doesn't Even Trouble To Sheathe Her Claws.

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It Was This Feminine Conspiracy Which Made Southern Society So Pleasant. Women Knew That A Land Where Men Were Contented, Uncontradicted Ans Safe In Possession Of Unpunctured Vanity Was Likely To Be A Very Pleasant Place For Women To Live. So, From The Cradle To The Grave, Women Strove To Make Men Pleased With Themselves, And The Satisfied Men Repaid Lavishly With Gallantry And Adoration. In Fact, Men Willingly Gave Ladies Everything In The World Except Credit For Having Intelligence.

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Vanity