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Scarlett
was
not
sure
what
an
aeon
was
,
but
there
was
no
mistaking
the
baiting
quality
of
his
voice
,
so
she
said
nothing
.
"
Had
you
been
married
long
?
Forgive
my
questions
but
I
have
been
away
from
this
section
for
so
long
.
"
"
Two
months
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
unwillingly
.
"
A
tragedy
,
no
less
,
"
his
easy
voice
continued
.
Oh
,
damn
him
,
she
thought
violently
.
If
he
was
any
other
man
in
the
world
I
could
simply
freeze
up
and
order
him
off
.
But
he
knows
about
Ashley
and
he
knows
I
did
n't
love
Charlie
.
And
my
hands
are
tied
.
She
said
nothing
,
still
looking
down
at
her
fan
.
"
And
this
is
your
first
social
appearance
?
"
"
I
know
it
looks
quite
odd
,
"
she
explained
rapidly
.
"
But
the
McLure
girls
who
were
to
take
this
booth
were
called
away
and
there
was
no
one
else
,
so
Melanie
and
I
--
"
"
No
sacrifice
is
too
great
for
the
Cause
.
"
Why
,
that
was
what
Mrs.
Elsing
had
said
,
but
when
she
said
it
it
did
n't
sound
the
same
way
.
Hot
words
started
to
her
lips
but
she
choked
them
back
.
After
all
,
she
was
here
,
not
for
the
Cause
,
but
because
she
was
tired
of
sitting
home
.
"
I
have
always
thought
,
"
he
said
reflectively
,
"
that
the
system
of
mourning
,
of
immuring
women
in
crepe
for
the
rest
of
their
lives
and
forbidding
them
normal
enjoyment
is
just
as
barbarous
as
the
Hindu
suttee
.
"
