近期热门的优选书刊《飘》，轻松有趣温柔的治愈你(28)

“I couldn"t give it to you, even if I wanted to. I haven"t a cent on me.Not a dollar in Atlanta.I have some money, yes, but not here.And I"m not saying where it is or how much.But if I tried to draw a draft on it, the Yankees would be on me like a duck on a June bug and then neither of us would get it.What do you think of that？”
Her face went an ugly green, freckles suddenly standing out across her nose and her contorted mouth was like Gerald"s in a killing rage. She sprang to her feet with an incoherent cry which made the hum of voices in the next room cease suddenly.Swift as a panther, Rhett was beside her, his heavy hand across her mouth, his arm tight about her waist.She struggled against him madly, trying to bite his hand, to kick his legs, to scream her rage, despair, hate, her agony of broken pride.She bent and twisted every way against the iron of his arm, her heart near bursting, her tight stays cutting off her breath.He held her so tightly, so roughly that it hurt and the hand over her mouth pinched into her jaws cruelly.His face was white under its tan, his eyes hard and anxious as he lifted her completely off her feet, swung her up against his chest and sat down in the chair, holding her writhing in his lap.