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Oh
,
it
could
n't
be
true
!
The
twins
were
mistaken
.
They
were
playing
one
of
their
jokes
on
her
.
Ashley
could
n't
,
could
n't
be
in
love
with
her
.
Nobody
could
,
not
with
a
mousy
little
person
like
Melanie
.
Scarlett
recalled
with
contempt
Melanie
's
thin
childish
figure
,
her
serious
heart-shaped
face
that
was
plain
almost
to
homeliness
.
And
Ashley
could
n't
have
seen
her
in
months
.
He
had
n't
been
in
Atlanta
more
than
twice
since
the
house
party
he
gave
last
year
at
Twelve
Oaks
.
No
,
Ashley
could
n't
be
in
love
with
Melanie
,
because
--
oh
,
she
could
n't
be
mistaken
!
--
because
he
was
in
love
with
her
!
She
,
Scarlett
,
was
the
one
he
loved
--
she
knew
it
!
Scarlett
heard
Mammy
's
lumbering
tread
shaking
the
floor
of
the
hall
and
she
hastily
untucked
her
foot
and
tried
to
rearrange
her
face
in
more
placid
lines
.
It
would
never
do
for
Mammy
to
suspect
that
anything
was
wrong
.
Mammy
felt
that
she
owned
the
O'Haras
,
body
and
soul
,
that
their
secrets
were
her
secrets
;
and
even
a
hint
of
a
mystery
was
enough
to
set
her
upon
the
trail
as
relentlessly
as
a
bloodhound
.
Scarlett
knew
from
experience
that
,
if
Mammy
's
curiosity
were
not
immediately
satisfied
,
she
would
take
up
the
matter
with
Ellen
,
and
then
Scarlett
would
be
forced
to
reveal
everything
to
her
mother
,
or
think
up
some
plausible
lie
.
Mammy
emerged
from
the
hall
,
a
huge
old
woman
with
the
small
,
shrewd
eyes
of
an
elephant
.
She
was
shining
black
,
pure
African
,
devoted
to
her
last
drop
of
blood
to
the
O'Haras
,
Ellen
's
mainstay
,
the
despair
of
her
three
daughters
,
the
terror
of
the
other
house
servants
.
Mammy
was
black
,
but
her
code
of
conduct
and
her
sense
of
pride
were
as
high
as
or
higher
than
those
of
her
owners
.
She
had
been
raised
in
the
bedroom
of
Solange
Robillard
,
Ellen
O'Hara
's
mother
,
a
dainty
,
cold
,
high-nosed
French-woman
,
who
spared
neither
her
children
nor
her
servants
their
just
punishment
for
any
infringement
of
decorum
.
She
had
been
Ellen
's
mammy
and
had
come
with
her
from
Savannah
to
the
up-country
when
she
married
.
Whom
Mammy
loved
,
she
chastened
.
And
,
as
her
love
for
Scarlett
and
her
pride
in
her
were
enormous
,
the
chastening
process
was
practically
continuous
.
"
Is
de
gempmum
gone
?
Huccome
you
din
'
ast
dem
ter
stay
fer
supper
,
Miss
Scarlett
?
Ah
done
tole
Poke
ter
lay
two
extry
plates
fer
dem
.
Whar
's
yo
'
manners
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
was
so
tired
of
hearing
them
talk
about
the
war
that
I
could
n't
have
endured
it
through
supper
,
especially
with
Pa
joining
in
and
shouting
about
Mr.
Lincoln
.
"
"
You
ain
'
got
no
mo
'
manners
dan
a
fe'el
han
'
,
an
'
after
Miss
Ellen
an
'
me
done
labored
wid
you
.
An
'
hyah
you
is
widout
yo
'
shawl
!
An
'
de
night
air
fixin
'
ter
set
in
!
Ah
done
tole
you
an
'
tole
you
'
bout
gittin
'
fever
frum
settin
'
in
de
night
air
wid
nuthin
'
on
yo
'
shoulders
.
Come
on
in
de
house
,
Miss
Scarlett
.
"
Scarlett
turned
away
from
Mammy
with
studied
nonchalance
,
thankful
that
her
face
had
been
unnoticed
in
Mammy
's
preoccupation
with
the
matter
of
the
shawl
.
"
No
,
I
want
to
sit
here
and
watch
the
sunset
.
It
's
so
pretty
.
You
run
get
my
shawl
.
Please
,
Mammy
,
and
I
'll
sit
here
till
Pa
comes
home
.
"
"
Yo
'
voice
soun
'
lak
you
catchin
'
a
cole
,
"
said
Mammy
suspiciously
.
