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She fluttered her thick lashes up to look at him and fluttered them down again。
“Oh； you’re too smart to let them hang you！ I know you’ll think of some clever way to beat them and get out！ And when you do—”
“And when I do？” he asked softly； leaning closer。
“Well； I—” and she managed a pretty confusion and a blush。 The blush was not difficult for she was breathless and her heart was beating like a drum。 “Rhett； I’m so sorry about what I—I said to you that night—you know—at Rough and Ready。 I was—oh； so very frightened and upset and you were so—so—” She looked down and saw his brown hand tighten over hers。 “And—I thought then that I’d never； never forgive you！ But when Aunt Pitty told me yesterday that you—that they might hang you—it came over me of a sudden and I—I—” She looked up into his eyes with one swift imploring glance and in it she put an agony of heartbreak。 “Oh； Rhett； I’d die if they hanged you！ I couldn’t bear it！ You see； I—” And； because she could not longer sustain the hot leaping light that was in his eyes； her lids fluttered down again。
In a moment I’ll be crying； she thought in a frenzy of wonder and excitement。 Shall I let myself cry？ Would that seem more natural？
He said quickly： “My God； Scarlett； you can’t mean that you—” and his hands closed over hers in so hard a grip that it hurt。
She shut her eyes tightly； trying to squeeze out tears； but remembered to turn her face up slightly so he could kiss her with no difficulty。 Now； in an instant his lips would be upon hers； the hard insistent lips which she suddenly remembered with a vividness that left her weak。 But he did not kiss her。 Disappointment queerly stirring her； she opened her eyes a trifle and ventured a peep at him。 His black head was bent over her hands and； as she watched； he lifted one and kissed it and； taking the other； laid it against his cheek for a moment。 Expecting violence； this gentle and loverlike gesture startled her。 She wondered what expression was on his face but could not tell for his head was bowed。
She quickly lowered her gaze lest he should look up suddenly and see the expression on her face。 She knew that the feeling of triumph surging through her was certain to be plain in her eyes。 In a moment he would ask her to marry him—or at least say that he loved her and then 。。。 As she watched him through the veil of her lashes he turned her hand over； palm up； to kiss it too； and suddenly he drew a quick breath。 Looking down she saw her own palm； saw it as it really was for the first time in a year； and a cold sinking fear gripped her。 This was a stranger’s palm； not Scarlett O’Hara’s soft； white； dimpled； helpless one。 This hand was rough from work； brown with sunburn； splotched with freckles。 The nails were broken and irregular； there were heavy calluses on the cushions of the palm； a half…healed blister on the thumb。 The red scar which boiling fat had left last month was ugly and glaring。 She looked at it in horror and； before she thought； she swiftly clenched her fist。
Still he did not raise his head。 Still she could not see his face。 He pried her fist open inexorably and stared at it； picked up her other hand and held them both together silently； looking down at them。
“Look at me；” he said finally raising his head； and his voice was very quiet。 “And drop that demure expression。”
Unwillingly she met his eyes； defiance and perturbation on her face。 His black brows were up and his eyes gleamed。
“So you have been doing very nicely at Tara； have you？ Cleared so much money on the cotton you can go visiting。 What have you been doing with your hands—plowing？”
She tried to wrench them away but he held them hard； running his thumbs over the calluses。
“These are not the hands of a lady；” he said and tossed them into her lap。
“Oh； shut up！” she cried； feeling a momentary intense relief at being able to speak her feelings。 “Whose business is it what I do with my hands？”
What a fool I am； she thought vehemently。 I should have borrowed or stolen Aunt Pitty’s gloves。 But I didn’t realize my hands looked so bad。 Of course； he would notice them。 And now I’ve lost my temper and probably ruined everything。 Oh； to have this happen when he was right at the point of a declaration！
“Your hands are certainly no business of mine；” said Rhett coolly and lounged back in his chair indolently； his face a smooth blank。
So he was going to be difficult。 Well； she’d have to bear it meekly； much as she disliked it； if she expected to snatch victory from this debacle。 Perhaps if she sweet…talked him—
“I think you’re real rude to throw off on my poor hands。 Just because I went riding last week without my gloves and ruined them—”
“Riding； hell！” he said in the same level voice。 “You’ve been working with those hands； working like a nigger。 What’s the answer？ Why did you lie to me about everything being nice at Tara？”
“Now； Rhett—”
“Suppose we get down to the truth。 What is the real purpose of your visit？ Almost； I was persuaded by your coquettish airs that you cared something about me and were sorry for me。”
“Oh； I am sorry！ Indeed—”
“No； you aren’t。 They can hang me higher than Haman for all you care。 It’s written as plainly on your face as hard work is written on your hands。 You wanted something from me and you wanted it badly enough to put on quite a show。 Why didn’t you come out in the open and tell me what it was？ You’d have stood a much better chance of getting it； for if there’s one virtue I value in women it’s frankness。 But no； you had to come jingling your earbobs and pouting and frisking like a prostitute with a prospective client。”
He did not raise his voice at the last words or emphasize them in any way but to Scarlett they cracked like a whiplash； and with despair she saw the end of her hopes of getting him to propose marriage。 Had he exploded with rage and injured vanity or upbraided her； as other men would have done； she could have handled him。 But the deadly quietness of his voice frightened her； left her utterly at a loss as to her next move。 Although he was a prisoner and the Yankees were in the next room； it came to her suddenly that Rhett Butler was a dangerous man to run afoul of。
“I suppose my memory is getting faulty。 I should have recalled that you are just like me and that you never do anything without an ulterior motive。 Now； let me see。 What could you have had up your sleeve； Mrs。 Hamilton？ It isn’t possible that you were so misguided as to think I would propose matrimony？”
Her face went crimson and she did not answer。
“But you can’t have forgotten my oft…repeated remark that I am not a marrying man？”
When she did not speak； he said with sudden violence：
“You hadn’t forgotten？ Answer me。”
“I hadn’t forgotten；” she said wretchedly。
“What a gambler you are； Scarlett；” he jeered。 “You took a chance that my incarceration away from female companionship would put me in such a state I’d snap at you like a trout at a worm。”
And that’s what you did； thought Scarlett with inward rage； and if it hadn’t been for my hands—
“Now； we have most of the truth； everything except your reason。 See if you can tell me the truth about why you wanted to lead me into wedlock。”
There was a suave； almost teasing note in his voice and she took heart。 Perhaps everything wasn’t lost； after all。 Of course； she had ruined any hope of marriage but； even in her despair； she was glad。 There was something about this immobile man which frightened her； so that now the thought of marrying him was fearful。 But perhaps if she was clever and played on his sympathies and his memories； she could secure a loan。 She pulled her face into a placating and childlike expression。
“Oh； Rhett； you can help me so much—if you’ll just be sweet。”
“There’s nothing I like better than being—sweet。”
“Rhett； for old friendship’s sake； I want you to do me a favor。”
“So； at last the horny…handed lady comes to her real mission。 I feared that ‘visiting the sick and the imprisoned’ was not your proper role。 What do you want？ Money？”
The bluntness of his question ruined all hopes of leading up to the matter in any circuitous and sentimental way。
“Don’t be mean； Rhett；” she coaxed。 “I do want some money。 I want you to lend me three hundred dollars。”
“The truth at last。 Talking love and thinking money。 How truly feminine！ Do you need the money badly？”
“Oh； ye— Well； not so terribly but I could use it”
“Three “hundred dollars。 That’s a vast amount of money。 What do you want it for？”
“To pay taxes on Tara。”
“So you want to borrow some money。 Well； since you’re so businesslike； I’ll be businesslike too。 What collateral will you give me？”
“What what？”
“Collateral。 Security on my investment。 Of course； I don’t want to lose all that money。” His voice was deceptively smooth； almost silky； but she did not notice。 Maybe everything would turn out nicely after all。
“My earrings。”
“I’m not interested in earrings。”
“I’ll give you a mortgage on Tara。”
“Now just what would I do with a farm？”
“Well； you could—you could—it�
