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Chapter 476
"Oh, Pa," she said disgustedly, "you talk like an Irishman!" "Have I ever been ashamed of it? No, 'tis proud I am. And don't be forgetting that you are half Irish, Miss! And to anyone with a drop of Irish blood in them the land they live on is like their mother. 'Tis ashamed of you I am this minute. I offer you the most beautiful land in the world—saving County Meath in the Old Country—and what do you do? You sniff!" Gerald had begun to work himself up into a pleasurable shouting rage when something in Scarlett's woebegone face stopped him. "But there, you're young. 'Twill come to you, this love of land. There's no getting away from it, if you're Irish. You're just a child and bothered about your beaux. When you're older, you'll be seeing how 'tis... Now, do you be making up your mind a
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