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@@@@@"Was he a wicked little boy, too?" Behind her she sensed Rhett's abrupt movementHa! That had struck homeHe'd felt guilty for years about the pain he'd caused his mother when his escapades made his father disown him"Supper's served, Miz Butler," said Manigo from the doorwayRhett offered his mother his arm, and Scarlett felt a stab of jealousyThen she reminded herself that his devotion to his mother was the very thing that permitted her to stay, and she swallowed her anger"I'm so hungry I could eat half a cow," she said, her voice bright, "and Rhett's just starving, aren't you, darling?" She had the upper hand now

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