[yankees] Are Pretty Much Like Southerners Except

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!

Supposed I Don't Want To Redeem Myself? Why Should I Fight To Uphold The System That Cast Me Out? I Shall Take Pleasure In Seeing It Smashed.

You Can Go To The Devil And Not At Your Leisure. You Can Go Now, For All I Care.' 'my Pet, I've Been To The Devil And He's A Very Dull Fellow. I Won't Go There Again, Not Even For You.

How Wonderful To Know Someone Who Was Bad And Dishonorable And A Cheat And A Liar, When All The World Was Filled With People Who Would Not Lie To Save Their Souls And Who Would Rather Starve Than Do A Dishonorable Deed!

Suddenly She Felt Strong And Happy. She Was Not Afraid Of The Darkness Or The Fog And She Knew With A Singing In Her Heart That She Would Never Fear Them Again. No Matter What Mists Might Curl Around Her In The Future, She Knew Her Refuge. She Started Briskly Up The Street Toward Home And The Blocks Seemed Very Long. Far, Far Too Long. She Caught Up Her Skirts To Her Knees And Began To Run Lightly. But This Time She Was Not Running From Fear. She Was Running Because Rhett's Arms Were At The End Of The Street.