"You still think you're the belle of the county, don't you? That you're the cutest little trick in shoe leather. Every man you meet is dying of love for you. Let me by. Don't be angry, Scarlett. Tell me, where are you going? To the mill, if it's any of your business. Thru Shantytown, alone? Haven't you been told it's dangerous to drive alone thru all that riffraff? Don't worry about me. I can shoot straight if I don't have to shoot too far. What a woman!"