Chapter 642

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But, just the same, he's a Scalawag and a rascal and I don't like him!" "Somehow," said Mrs. Elsing uncertainly, "somehow, I don't think he's so bad. A man who fought for the Confederacy can't be all bad. It's Scarlett who is the bad one. Do you know, Dolly, I really believe that he—well, he's ashamed of Scarlett but is too much of a gentleman to let on." "Ashamed! Pooh! They're both cut out of the same piece of cloth. Where did you ever get such a silly notion?" "It isn't silly," said Mrs. Elsing indignantly. "Yesterday, in the pouring rain, he had those three children, even the baby, mind you, out in his carriage riding them up and down Peachtree Street and he gave me a lift home. And when I said: 'Captain Butler, have you lost your mind keeping these children out in the damp? Why don

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