Once, when she was six years old, she had fallen from a tree, flat on her stomach. She could still recall that sickening interval before breath came back into her body. Now, as she looked at him, she felt the same way she had felt then, breathless, stunned, nauseated.
Margaret MitchellSay youโll marry me when I come back or, before God, I wonโt go. Iโll stay around here and play a guitar under your window every night and sing at the top of my voice and compromise you, so youโll have to marry me to save your reputation.
Margaret Mitchell