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"
Licked
--
us
?
"
"
Of
course
.
"
"
Will
you
please
leave
me
--
or
will
it
be
necessary
for
me
to
call
my
carriage
and
go
home
to
get
rid
of
you
?
"
"
A
red-hot
little
Rebel
,
"
he
said
,
with
another
sudden
grin
.
He
bowed
and
sauntered
off
,
leaving
her
with
her
bosom
heaving
with
impotent
rage
and
indignation
.
There
was
disappointment
burning
in
her
that
she
could
not
quite
analyze
,
the
disappointment
of
a
child
seeing
illusions
crumble
.
How
dared
he
take
the
glamor
from
the
blockaders
!
And
how
dared
he
say
the
Confederacy
would
be
licked
!
He
should
be
shot
for
that
--
shot
like
a
traitor
.
She
looked
about
the
hall
at
the
familiar
faces
,
so
assured
of
success
,
so
brave
,
so
devoted
,
and
somehow
a
cold
little
chill
set
in
at
her
heart
.
Licked
?
These
people
--
why
,
of
course
not
!
The
very
idea
was
impossible
,
disloyal
.
"
What
were
you
two
whispering
about
?
"
asked
Melanie
,
turning
to
Scarlett
as
her
customers
drifted
off
.
"
I
could
n't
help
seeing
that
Mrs.
Merriwether
had
her
eye
on
you
all
the
time
and
,
dear
,
you
know
how
she
talks
.
"
"
Oh
,
the
man
's
impossible
--
an
ill-bred
boor
,
"
said
Scarlett
.
"
And
as
for
old
lady
Merriwether
,
let
her
talk
.
I
'm
sick
of
acting
like
a
ninny
,
just
for
her
benefit
.
"
"
Why
,
Scarlett
!
"
cried
Melanie
,
scandalized
.
"
Sh-sh
,
"
said
Scarlett
.
"
Dr.
Meade
is
going
to
make
another
announcement
.
"
The
gathering
quieted
again
as
the
doctor
raised
his
voice
,
at
first
in
thanks
to
the
ladies
who
had
so
willingly
given
their
jewelry
.
