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She
only
saw
that
the
bonnet
was
the
most
becoming
one
she
ever
had
,
that
it
had
not
cost
her
a
penny
and
that
Rhett
must
be
in
love
with
her
,
whether
he
admitted
it
or
not
.
And
she
certainly
intended
to
find
a
way
to
make
him
admit
it
.
The
next
day
,
Scarlett
was
standing
in
front
of
the
mirror
with
a
comb
in
her
hand
and
her
mouth
full
of
hairpins
,
attempting
a
new
coiffure
which
Maybelle
,
fresh
from
a
visit
to
her
husband
in
Richmond
,
had
said
was
the
rage
at
the
Capital
.
It
was
called
"
Cats
,
Rats
and
Mice
"
and
presented
many
difficulties
.
The
hair
was
parted
in
the
middle
and
arranged
in
three
rolls
of
graduating
size
on
each
side
of
the
head
,
the
largest
,
nearest
the
part
,
being
the
"
cat
.
"
The
"
cat
"
and
the
"
rat
"
were
easy
to
fix
but
the
"
mice
"
kept
slipping
out
of
her
hairpins
in
an
exasperating
manner
.
However
,
she
was
determined
to
accomplish
it
,
for
Rhett
was
coming
to
supper
and
he
always
noticed
and
commented
upon
any
innovation
of
dress
or
hair
.
As
she
struggled
with
her
bushy
,
obstinate
locks
,
perspiration
beading
her
forehead
,
she
heard
light
running
feet
in
the
downstairs
hall
and
knew
that
Melanie
was
home
from
the
hospital
.
As
she
heard
her
fly
up
the
stairs
,
two
at
a
time
,
she
paused
,
hairpin
in
mid-air
,
realizing
that
something
must
be
wrong
,
for
Melanie
always
moved
as
decorously
as
a
dowager
.
She
went
to
the
door
and
threw
it
open
,
and
Melanie
ran
in
,
her
face
flushed
and
frightened
,
looking
like
a
guilty
child
.
There
were
tears
on
her
cheeks
,
her
bonnet
was
hanging
on
her
neck
by
the
ribbons
and
her
hoops
swaying
violently
.
She
was
clutching
something
in
her
hand
,
and
the
reek
of
heavy
cheap
perfume
came
into
the
room
with
her
.
"
Oh
,
Scarlett
!
"
she
cried
,
shutting
the
door
and
sinking
on
the
bed
.
"
Is
Auntie
home
yet
?
She
is
n't
?
Oh
,
thank
the
Lord
!
Scarlett
,
I
'm
so
mortified
I
could
die
!
I
nearly
swooned
and
,
Scarlett
,
Uncle
Peter
is
threatening
to
tell
Aunt
Pitty
!
"
"
Tell
what
?
"
"
That
I
was
talking
to
that
--
to
Miss
--
Mrs.
--
"
Melanie
fanned
her
hot
face
with
her
handkerchief
.
"
That
woman
with
red
hair
,
named
Belle
Watling
!
"
"
Why
,
Melly
!
"
cried
Scarlett
,
so
shocked
she
could
only
stare
.
Belle
Watling
was
the
red-haired
woman
she
had
seen
on
the
street
the
first
day
she
came
to
Atlanta
and
by
now
,
she
was
easily
the
most
notorious
woman
in
town
.
Many
prostitutes
had
flocked
into
Atlanta
,
following
the
soldiers
,
but
Belle
stood
out
above
the
rest
,
due
to
her
flaming
hair
and
the
gaudy
,
overly
fashionable
dresses
she
wore
.
She
was
seldom
seen
on
Peachtree
Street
or
in
any
nice
neighborhood
,
but
when
she
did
appear
respectable
women
made
haste
to
cross
the
street
to
remove
themselves
from
her
vicinity
.
And
Melanie
had
been
talking
with
her
.
No
wonder
Uncle
Peter
was
outraged
.
