Well, my dear, take heart. Some day, I will kiss you and you will like it. But not now, so I beg you not to be too impatient.
Margaret MitchellYou are a child if you thought I didnโt know, for all your smothering yourself under that hot lap robe. Of course, I knew. Why else do you think Iโve beenโโ He stopped suddenly and a silence fell between them. He picked up the reins and clucked to the horse.
Margaret Mitchell