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Scarlett
looked
across
the
table
at
her
aunt
.
The
old
lady
had
recognized
Ellen
's
handwriting
and
her
fat
little
mouth
was
pursed
in
a
frightened
way
,
like
a
baby
who
fears
a
scolding
and
hopes
to
ward
it
off
by
tears
.
"
I
am
heartbroken
to
think
that
you
could
so
soon
forget
your
rearing
.
I
have
thought
of
calling
you
home
immediately
but
will
leave
that
to
your
father
's
discretion
.
He
will
be
in
Atlanta
Friday
to
speak
with
Captain
Butler
and
to
escort
you
home
.
I
fear
he
will
be
severe
with
you
despite
my
pleadings
.
I
hope
and
pray
it
was
only
youth
and
thoughtlessness
that
prompted
such
forward
conduct
.
No
one
can
wish
to
serve
our
Cause
more
than
I
,
and
I
wish
my
daughters
to
feel
the
same
way
,
but
to
disgrace
--
"
There
was
more
in
the
same
vein
but
Scarlett
did
not
finish
it
.
For
once
,
she
was
thoroughly
frightened
.
She
did
not
feel
reckless
and
defiant
now
.
She
felt
as
young
and
guilty
as
when
she
was
ten
and
had
thrown
a
buttered
biscuit
at
Suellen
at
the
table
.
To
think
of
her
gentle
mother
reproving
her
so
harshly
and
her
father
coming
to
town
to
talk
to
Captain
Butler
.
The
real
seriousness
of
the
matter
grew
on
her
.
Gerald
was
going
to
be
severe
.
This
was
one
time
when
she
knew
she
could
n't
wiggle
out
of
her
punishment
by
sitting
on
his
knee
and
being
sweet
and
pert
.
"
Not
--
not
bad
news
?
"
quavered
Pittypat
.
"
Pa
is
coming
tomorrow
and
he
's
going
to
land
on
me
like
a
duck
on
a
June
bug
,
"
answered
Scarlett
dolorously
.
"
Prissy
,
find
my
salts
,
"
fluttered
Pittypat
,
pushing
back
her
chair
from
her
half-eaten
meal
.
"
I
--
I
feel
faint
.
"
"
Dey
's
in
yo
'
skirt
pocket
,
"
said
Prissy
,
who
had
been
hovering
behind
Scarlett
,
enjoying
the
sensational
drama
.
Mist
'
Gerald
in
a
temper
was
always
exciting
,
providing
his
temper
was
not
directed
at
her
kinky
head
.
Pitty
fumbled
at
her
skirt
and
held
the
vial
to
her
nose
.
"
You
all
must
stand
by
me
and
not
leave
me
alone
with
him
for
one
minute
,
"
cried
Scarlett
.
"
He
's
so
fond
of
you
both
,
and
if
you
are
with
me
he
ca
n't
fuss
at
me
.
"
"
I
could
n't
,
"
said
Pittypat
weakly
,
rising
to
her
feet
.
"
I
--
I
feel
ill
.
I
must
go
lie
down
.
I
shall
lie
down
all
day
tomorrow
.
You
must
give
him
my
excuses
.
"
"
Coward
!
"
thought
Scarlett
,
glowering
at
her
.
