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Now
,
they
would
all
dance
--
except
her
and
the
old
ladies
.
Now
everyone
would
have
a
good
time
,
except
her
.
She
saw
Rhett
Butler
standing
just
below
the
doctor
and
,
before
she
could
change
the
expression
of
her
face
,
he
saw
her
and
one
corner
of
his
mouth
went
down
and
one
eyebrow
went
up
.
She
jerked
her
chin
up
and
turned
away
from
him
and
suddenly
she
heard
her
own
name
called
--
called
in
an
unmistakable
Charleston
voice
that
rang
out
above
the
hubbub
of
other
names
.
"
Mrs.
Charles
Hamilton
--
one
hundred
and
fifty
dollars
--
in
gold
.
"
A
sudden
hush
fell
on
the
crowd
both
at
the
mention
of
the
sum
and
at
the
name
.
Scarlett
was
so
startled
she
could
not
even
move
.
She
remained
sitting
with
her
chin
in
her
hands
,
her
eyes
wide
with
astonishment
.
Everybody
turned
to
look
at
her
.
She
saw
the
doctor
lean
down
from
the
platform
and
whisper
something
to
Rhett
Butler
.
Probably
telling
him
she
was
in
mourning
and
it
was
impossible
for
her
to
appear
on
the
floor
.
She
saw
Rhett
's
shoulders
shrug
lazily
.
"
Another
one
of
our
belles
,
perhaps
?
"
questioned
the
doctor
.
"
No
,
"
said
Rhett
clearly
,
his
eyes
sweeping
the
crowd
carelessly
.
"
Mrs.
Hamilton
.
"
"
I
tell
you
it
is
impossible
,
"
said
the
doctor
testily
.
"
Mrs.
Hamilton
will
not
--
"
Scarlett
heard
a
voice
which
,
at
first
,
she
did
not
recognize
as
her
own
.
"
Yes
,
I
will
!
"
She
leaped
to
her
feet
,
her
heart
hammering
so
wildly
she
feared
she
could
not
stand
,
hammering
with
the
thrill
of
being
the
center
of
attention
again
,
of
being
the
most
highly
desired
girl
present
and
oh
,
best
of
all
,
at
the
prospect
of
dancing
again
.
"
Oh
,
I
do
n't
care
!
I
do
n't
care
what
they
say
!
"
she
whispered
,
as
a
sweet
madness
swept
over
her
.
She
tossed
her
head
and
sped
out
of
the
booth
,
tapping
her
heels
like
castanets
,
snapping
open
her
black
silk
fan
to
its
widest
.
