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Scarlett
caught
a
fleeting
glimpse
and
saw
that
it
was
a
broad
gold
ring
.
"
Read
it
,
"
said
Melly
,
pointing
to
the
letter
on
the
floor
.
"
Oh
,
how
sweet
,
how
kind
,
he
is
!
"
Scarlett
,
bewildered
,
picked
up
the
single
sheet
and
saw
written
in
a
black
,
bold
hand
:
"
The
Confederacy
may
need
the
lifeblood
of
its
men
but
not
yet
does
it
demand
the
heart
's
blood
of
its
women
.
Accept
,
dear
Madam
,
this
token
of
my
reverence
for
your
courage
and
do
not
think
that
your
sacrifice
has
been
in
vain
,
for
this
ring
has
been
redeemed
at
ten
times
its
value
.
Captain
Rhett
Butler
.
"
Melanie
slipped
the
ring
on
her
finger
and
looked
at
it
lovingly
.
"
I
told
you
he
was
a
gentleman
,
did
n't
I
?
"
she
said
turning
to
Pittypat
,
her
smile
bright
through
the
teardrops
on
her
face
.
"
No
one
but
a
gentleman
of
refinement
and
thoughtfulness
would
ever
have
thought
how
it
broke
my
heart
to
--
I
'll
send
my
gold
chain
instead
.
Aunt
Pittypat
,
you
must
write
him
a
note
and
invite
him
to
Sunday
dinner
so
I
can
thank
him
.
"
In
the
excitement
,
neither
of
the
others
seemed
to
have
thought
that
Captain
Butler
had
not
returned
Scarlett
's
ring
,
too
.
But
she
thought
of
it
,
annoyed
.
And
she
knew
it
had
not
been
Captain
Butler
's
refinement
that
had
prompted
so
gallant
a
gesture
.
It
was
that
he
intended
to
be
asked
into
Pittypat
's
house
and
knew
unerringly
how
to
get
the
invitation
.
"
I
was
greatly
disturbed
to
hear
of
your
recent
conduct
,
"
ran
Ellen
's
letter
and
Scarlett
,
who
was
reading
it
at
the
table
,
scowled
.
Bad
news
certainly
traveled
swiftly
.
She
had
often
heard
in
Charleston
and
Savannah
that
Atlanta
people
gossiped
more
and
meddled
in
other
people
's
business
more
than
any
other
people
in
the
South
,
and
now
she
believed
it
.
The
bazaar
had
taken
place
Monday
night
and
today
was
only
Thursday
.
Which
of
the
old
cats
had
taken
it
upon
herself
to
write
Ellen
?
For
a
moment
she
suspected
Pittypat
but
immediately
abandoned
that
thought
.
Poor
Pittypat
had
been
quaking
in
her
number-three
shoes
for
fear
of
being
blamed
for
Scarlett
's
forward
conduct
and
would
be
the
last
to
notify
Ellen
of
her
own
inadequate
chaperonage
.
Probably
it
was
Mrs.
Merriwether
.
"
It
is
difficult
for
me
to
believe
that
you
could
so
forget
yourself
and
your
rearing
.
I
will
pass
over
the
impropriety
of
your
appearing
publicly
while
in
mourning
,
realizing
your
warm
desire
to
be
of
assistance
to
the
hospital
.
But
to
dance
,
and
with
such
a
man
as
Captain
Butler
!
I
have
heard
much
of
him
(
as
who
has
not
?
)
and
Pauline
wrote
me
only
last
week
that
he
is
a
man
of
bad
repute
and
not
even
received
by
his
own
family
in
Charleston
,
except
of
course
by
his
heartbroken
mother
.
He
is
a
thoroughly
bad
character
who
would
take
advantage
of
your
youth
and
innocence
to
make
you
conspicuous
and
publicly
disgrace
you
and
your
family
.
How
could
Miss
Pittypat
have
so
neglected
her
duty
to
you
?
"
