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"
She
's
nothing
but
a
child
!
"
said
Scarlett
sharply
,
finding
her
tongue
.
"
She
's
little
more
than
a
year
younger
than
you
were
,
Miss
,
when
you
were
married
,
"
retorted
Gerald
.
"
Is
it
you
're
grudging
your
old
beau
to
your
sister
?
"
Melly
blushed
,
unaccustomed
to
such
frankness
,
and
signaled
Peter
to
bring
in
the
sweet
potato
pie
.
Frantically
she
cast
about
in
her
mind
for
some
other
topic
of
conversation
which
would
not
be
so
personal
but
which
would
divert
Mr.
O'Hara
from
the
purpose
of
his
trip
.
She
could
think
of
nothing
but
,
once
started
,
Gerald
needed
no
stimulus
other
than
an
audience
.
He
talked
on
about
the
thievery
of
the
commissary
department
which
every
month
increased
its
demands
,
the
knavish
stupidity
of
Jefferson
Davis
and
the
blackguardery
of
the
Irish
who
were
being
enticed
into
the
Yankee
army
by
bounty
money
.
When
the
wine
was
on
the
table
and
the
two
girls
rose
to
leave
him
,
Gerald
cocked
a
severe
eye
at
his
daughter
from
under
frowning
brows
and
commanded
her
presence
alone
for
a
few
minutes
.
Scarlett
cast
a
despairing
glance
at
Melly
,
who
twisted
her
handkerchief
helplessly
and
went
out
,
softly
pulling
the
sliding
doors
together
.
"
How
now
,
Missy
!
"
bawled
Gerald
,
pouring
himself
a
glass
of
port
.
"
'
Tis
a
fine
way
to
act
!
Is
it
another
husband
you
're
trying
to
catch
and
you
so
fresh
a
widow
?
"
"
Not
so
loud
,
Pa
,
the
servants
--
"
"
They
know
already
,
to
be
sure
,
and
everybody
knows
of
our
disgrace
.
And
your
poor
mother
taking
to
her
bed
with
it
and
me
not
able
to
hold
up
me
head
.
'
Tis
shameful
.
No
,
Puss
,
you
need
not
think
to
get
around
me
with
tears
this
time
,
"
he
said
hastily
and
with
some
panic
in
his
voice
as
Scarlett
's
lids
began
to
bat
and
her
mouth
to
screw
up
.
"
I
know
you
.
You
'd
be
flirting
at
the
wake
of
your
husband
.
Do
n't
cry
.
There
,
I
'll
be
saying
no
more
tonight
,
for
I
'm
going
to
see
this
fine
Captain
Butler
who
makes
so
light
of
me
daughter
's
reputation
.
But
in
the
morning
--
There
now
,
do
n't
cry
.
Twill
do
you
no
good
at
all
,
at
all
.
'
Tis
firm
that
I
am
and
back
to
Tara
you
'll
be
going
tomorrow
before
you
're
disgracing
the
lot
of
us
again
.
Do
n't
cry
,
pet
.
Look
what
I
've
brought
you
!
Is
n't
that
a
pretty
present
?
See
,
look
!
How
could
you
be
putting
so
much
trouble
on
me
,
bringing
me
all
the
way
up
here
when
'
tis
a
busy
man
I
am
?
Do
n't
cry
!
"
Melanie
and
Pittypat
had
gone
to
sleep
hours
before
,
but
Scarlett
lay
awake
in
the
warm
darkness
,
her
heart
heavy
and
frightened
in
her
breast
.
To
leave
Atlanta
when
life
had
just
begun
again
and
go
home
and
face
Ellen
!
She
would
rather
die
than
face
her
mother
.
She
wished
she
were
dead
,
this
very
minute
,
then
everyone
would
be
sorry
they
had
been
so
hateful
.
She
turned
and
tossed
on
the
hot
pillow
until
a
noise
far
up
the
quiet
street
reached
her
ears
.
It
was
an
oddly
familiar
noise
,
blurred
and
indistinct
though
it
was
.
She
slipped
out
of
bed
and
went
to
the
window
.
The
street
with
its
over-arching
trees
was
softly
,
deeply
black
under
a
dim
star-studded
sky
.
The
noise
came
closer
,
the
sound
of
wheels
,
the
plod
of
a
horse
's
hooves
and
voices
.
And
suddenly
she
grinned
for
,
as
a
voice
thick
with
brogue
and
whisky
came
to
her
,
raised
in
"
Peg
in
a
Low-backed
Car
,
"
she
knew
.
This
might
not
be
Jonesboro
on
Court
Day
,
but
Gerald
was
coming
home
in
the
same
condition
.
