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Scarlett
sank
to
the
stool
,
her
breath
coming
so
rapidly
she
feared
the
lacings
of
her
stays
would
burst
.
Oh
,
what
a
terrible
thing
to
happen
!
She
had
never
thought
to
meet
this
man
again
.
He
picked
up
her
black
fan
from
the
counter
and
began
fanning
her
solicitously
,
too
solicitously
,
his
face
grave
but
his
eyes
still
dancing
.
"
It
is
quite
warm
in
here
,
"
he
said
.
"
No
wonder
Miss
O'Hara
is
faint
.
May
I
lead
you
to
a
window
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
so
rudely
that
Melly
stared
.
"
She
is
not
Miss
O'Hara
any
longer
,
"
said
Melly
.
"
She
is
Mrs.
Hamilton
.
She
is
my
sister
now
,
"
and
Melly
bestowed
one
of
her
fond
little
glances
on
her
.
Scarlett
felt
that
she
would
strangle
at
the
expression
on
Captain
Butler
's
swarthy
piratical
face
.
"
I
am
sure
that
is
a
great
gain
to
two
charming
ladies
,
"
said
he
,
making
a
slight
bow
.
That
was
the
kind
of
remark
all
men
made
,
but
when
he
said
it
it
seemed
to
her
that
he
meant
just
the
opposite
.
"
Your
husbands
are
here
tonight
,
I
trust
,
on
this
happy
occasion
?
It
would
be
a
pleasure
to
renew
acquaintances
.
"
"
My
husband
is
in
Virginia
,
"
said
Melly
with
a
proud
lift
of
her
head
.
"
But
Charles
--
"
Her
voice
broke
.
"
He
died
in
camp
,
"
said
Scarlett
flatly
.
She
almost
snapped
the
words
.
Would
this
creature
never
go
away
?
Melly
looked
at
her
,
startled
,
and
the
Captain
made
a
gesture
of
self-reproach
.
"
My
dear
ladies
--
how
could
I
!
You
must
forgive
me
.
But
permit
a
stranger
to
offer
the
comfort
of
saying
that
to
die
for
one
's
country
is
to
live
forever
.
"
Melanie
smiled
at
him
through
sparkling
tears
while
Scarlett
felt
the
fox
of
wrath
and
impotent
hate
gnaw
at
her
vitals
.
Again
he
had
made
a
graceful
remark
,
the
kind
of
compliment
any
gentleman
would
pay
under
such
circumstances
,
but
he
did
not
mean
a
word
of
it
.
He
was
jeering
at
her
.
He
knew
she
had
n't
loved
Charles
.
And
Melly
was
just
a
big
enough
fool
not
to
see
through
him
.
Oh
,
please
God
,
do
n't
let
anybody
else
see
through
him
,
she
thought
with
a
start
of
terror
.
Would
he
tell
what
he
knew
?
Of
course
he
was
n't
a
gentleman
and
there
was
no
telling
what
men
would
do
when
they
were
n't
gentlemen
.
There
was
no
standard
to
judge
them
by
.
She
looked
up
at
him
and
saw
that
his
mouth
was
pulled
down
at
the
corners
in
mock
sympathy
,
even
while
he
swished
the
fan
.
Something
in
his
look
challenged
her
spirit
and
brought
her
strength
back
in
a
surge
of
dislike
.
Abruptly
she
snatched
the
fan
from
his
hand
.
