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u dreamed of running in a fog. And that’s not been so long ago either!”
 Scarlett was taken aback,coach outlet, for she never liked to think of that dream. Moreover, it embarrassed her to remember that Rhett had comforted her in much the same manner he comforted Bonnie. So she swung rapidly to a different attack.
 “You are just humoring her and—”
 “And I intend to keep on humoring her. If I do, she’ll outgrow it and forget about it.”
 “Then,” said Scarlett acidly, “if you intend to play nursemaid, you might try coming home nights and sober too, for a change.”
 “I shall come home early but drunk as a fiddler’s bitch if I please.”
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 He came home sober too, but that was none of Scarlett’s doing. For months he had been drinking heavily, though he was never actually drunk, and one evening the smell of whisky was especially strong upon his breath. He picked up Bonnie, swung her to his shoulder and asked her: “Have you a kiss for your sweetheart?”
 She wrinkled her small upturned nose and wriggled to get down from his arms.
 “No,” she said frankly. “Nasty.”
 “I’m what?”
 “Smell nasty. Uncle Ashley don’t smell nasty.”
 “Well, I’ll be damned,” he said ruefully, putting her on the floor. “I never expected to find a temperance advocate in my own home, of all places!”
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