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"Better my rubbing than crabs eating it," said..."Better my rubbing than crabs eating it," said Rhett harshlyIf you let yourself give in to the cold, Scarlett, you'll die I know you want to sleep but that's the sleep of deathAnd, by God, if I have to beat you black and blue, I will not allow you to dieYou stay awake, and breathe, and keep movingTalk; keep talking; I don't give a damn what you say, just let me hear your cantankerous fishwife tones so I'll know you're alive Scarlett was aware of the paralyzing cold again as Rhett rubbed life back into her flesh"Are we going to get out of this?" she asked without emotionShe tried to move her legs "How?" "The current is carrying us ashore; it's an incoming cheap louis vuitton handbags tideIt'll take us back where we came from Scarlett nodded in the darknessShe remembered all the fuss about leaving before the tide turnedNothing in Rhett's voice revealed his knowledge that the power of gale-force winds would make all normal tidal activity meaninglessThe storm might be carrying them through the mouth of the harbor into the vast reaches of the Atlantic Ocean"How long before we get there?" Scarlett's tone was querulousHer legs felt like huge tree trunks And Rhett was rubbing her shoulders raw"I don't know," he answered "You'll need all your courage, Scarlett He sounds as solemn as a sermon! Rhett, who always makes fun of everythingOh, my God! Scarlett willed chloe white her lifeless legs to move and forced terror away with iron determination"I don't need courage half as much as something to eat," she said"Why the devil didn't you grab that dirty old bag of yours when we turned over?" "It's stowed under the bowBy God, Scarlett, your gluttony may be the saving of usI'd forgotten all about itPray it's still there The rum spread life-restoring tentacles of warmth through her thighs, her legs, her feet, and Scarlett began to push them back and forth The pain of returning circulation was intense, but she welcomed itIt meant she was alive, all of herWhy, rum just might be better than brandy, she thought after a second drinkIt sure did warm dolce<- Last Page :: Next Page -> |