Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cri — Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
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Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.'God's nightgown!' she cried at last, and felt somewhat relieved.

— Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
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