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ut the kindest treatment, thoughtfulness, utter respect and what understanding! And then, how he loved Scarlett! How sweet of him to take this roundabout way of sparing Scarlett one of the loads she carried!
　In an impulsive rush of feeling,coach outlet, she said: “Scarlett’s lucky to have a husband who’s so nice to her!”
　“You think so? I’m afraid she wouldn’t agree with you, if she could hear you. Besides, I want to be nice to you too, Miss Melly. I’m giving you more than I’m giving Scarlett.”
　“Me!” she questioned, puzzled. “Oh,coach outlet store, you mean for Beau.”
　He picked up his hat and rose. He stood for a moment looking down at the plain, heart-shaped face with its long widow’s peak and serious dark eyes. Such an unworldly face, a face with no defenses against life.
　“No, not Beau. I’m trying to give you something more than Beau,coach purses outlet, if you can imagine that”
　“No, I can’t,” she said, bewildered again. “There’s nothing in the world more precious to me than Beau except Ash―except Mr. Wilkes.”
　Rhett said nothing and looked down at her, his dark face still.
　“You’re mighty nice to want to do things for me, Captain Butler, but really, I’m so lucky. I have everything in the world any woman could want.”
　“That’s fine,” said Rhett, suddenly grim. “And I intend to see that you keep them.”
　
　When Scarlett came back from Tara, the unhealthy pallor had gone from her face and her cheeks were rounded and faintly pink. Her green eyes were alert and sparkling again, and she laughed aloud for the first time in weeks when Rhett and Bonnie met her and Wade and Ella at the depot―laughed in annoyance and amusement. Rhett had two straggling turkey feathers in the brim of his hat and Bonnie, dressed in a sadly torn dress that was her Sunday frock, had diagonal lines of indigo blue on her cheeks and a peacock feather half as long as she was in her curls. Evidently a game of Indian had been in progress when the time came to meet the train and it was obvious from the look of quizzical helplessness on Rhett’s face and the lowering indignation