I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There's one thing I do know... and that is that I love you, Scarlett. In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we're alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names.

She had two brothers Russell Stephens Mitchell who died in infancy in 1894 and Alexander Stephens Mitchell born in 1896. 1913) a half-white Indian brave Jack must withstand the pain inflicted upon him to uphold his honor and win the girl. She hears her older sister being raped and shoots the rapist:

Coldly dispassionately Margaret Mitchell viewed him the chill steel of the gun giving her confidence.

For it Margaret Mitchell won the National Book Award for Most DistinguiMargaret Mitchelld Novel of 1936 and the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1937. In more recent years a collection of Mitchell's girlhood writings and a novella Margaret Mitchell wrote as a teenager Lost Laysen have been publiMargaret Mitchelld.