Margaret Mitchell Quote

Need kissing badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. All your beaux have respected you too much, though God knows why, or they have been too afraid of you to really do right by you. The result is that you are unendurably uppity. You should be kissed and by someone who knows how. The conversation was not going the way she wanted it. It never did when she was with him. Always, it was a duel in which she was worsted. And I suppose you think you are the proper person? she asked with sarcasm, holding her temper in check with difficulty. Oh, yes, if I cared to take the trouble, he said carelessly. They say I kiss very well. Oh, she began, indignant at the slight to her charms. Why, you… But her eyes fell in sudden confusion. He was smiling, but in the dark depths of his eyes a tiny light flickered for a brief moment, like a small raw flame. Of course, you’ve probably wondered why I never tried to follow up that chaste peck I gave you,

Margaret Mitchell

Need kissing badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. All your beaux have respected you too much, though God knows why, or they have been too afraid of you to really do right by you. The result is that you are unendurably uppity. You should be kissed and by someone who knows how. The conversation was not going the way she wanted it. It never did when she was with him. Always, it was a duel in which she was worsted. And I suppose you think you are the proper person? she asked with sarcasm, holding her temper in check with difficulty. Oh, yes, if I cared to take the trouble, he said carelessly. They say I kiss very well. Oh, she began, indignant at the slight to her charms. Why, you… But her eyes fell in sudden confusion. He was smiling, but in the dark depths of his eyes a tiny light flickered for a brief moment, like a small raw flame. Of course, you’ve probably wondered why I never tried to follow up that chaste peck I gave you,

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About Margaret Mitchell

Margaret Munnerlyn Mitchell (November 8, 1900 – August 16, 1949) was an American novelist and journalist. Mitchell wrote only one novel, published during her lifetime, the American Civil War-era novel Gone with the Wind, for which she won the National Book Award for Fiction for Most Distinguished Novel of 1936 and the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1937. Long after her death, a collection of Mitchell's girlhood writings and a novella she wrote as a teenager, titled Lost Laysen, were published. A collection of newspaper articles written by Mitchell for The Atlanta Journal was republished in book form.
Mitchell was struck and killed by a speeding drunk driver in 1949.