1 Widows could never chatter vivaciously or laugh aloud.
2 She would pay the taxes and laugh in Jonas Wilkerson's face.
3 Scarlett's spirits soared at his laugh and she blessed Melanie's tact.
4 She heard him laugh as he turned away and walked back toward the wagon.
5 From the shadow of the porch, Rhett suddenly laughed, a low, soft laugh.
6 "I think so too," said the one-eyed man and slapped his leg with a laugh.
7 She'd never, never catch another beau and everybody'd laugh fit to die at her.
8 He laughed suddenly, a ringing, free laugh that startled the echoes in the dark woods.
9 Atlanta, waiting for news of the turn of battle, stopped even trying to laugh and joke.
10 "Bring him in," she said shortly, embarrassed at her attire, infuriated at Gerald for putting her in a position where this man could laugh at her.
11 For a moment she looked at it as if she had never seen it before and then she began to laugh, peal on peal of mirth that had in it no hint of hysteria.
12 In spite of all his insults, he did love her and he was just so contrary he didn't want to come out frankly and put it into words, for fear she'd laugh.
13 People tried not to listen to it, tried to talk, to laugh, to carry on their business, just as though the Yankees were not there, twenty-two miles away, but always ears were strained for the sound.
14 Their booth did not have so many customers as did the other booths where the tootling laugh of Maybelle Merriwether sounded and Fanny Elsing's giggles and the Whiting girls' repartee made merriment.
15 They refused to be serious about the war, told outrageous lies to make the girls laugh and brought to the bare and looted house the first lightness, the first hint of festivity it had known in many a day.
16 At hearing such serious words about hogs from these ex-dandies who had never given life a more serious thought than which cravat was most fashionable, Scarlett laughed and this time her laugh was bitter too.
17 For half an hour, the girls would chatter and laugh, and then servants would pull the shutters and in the warm half-gloom the talk would die to whispers and finally expire in silence broken only by soft regular breathing.
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