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"
When
?
"
"
Tomorrow
,
"
said
Cathleen
quietly
and
there
was
something
in
her
voice
which
took
the
eager
smiles
from
their
faces
.
"
I
came
to
tell
you
that
I
'm
going
to
be
married
tomorrow
,
in
Jonesboro
--
and
I
'm
not
inviting
you
all
to
come
.
"
They
digested
this
in
silence
,
looking
up
at
her
,
puzzled
.
Then
Melanie
spoke
.
"
Is
it
someone
we
know
,
dear
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Cathleen
,
shortly
.
"
It
's
Mr.
Hilton
.
"
"
Mr.
Hilton
?
"
"
Yes
,
Mr.
Hilton
,
our
overseer
.
"
Scarlett
could
not
even
find
voice
to
say
"
Oh
!
"
but
Cathleen
,
peering
down
suddenly
at
Melanie
,
said
in
a
low
savage
voice
:
"
If
you
cry
,
Melly
,
I
ca
n't
stand
it
.
I
shall
die
!
"
Melanie
said
nothing
but
patted
the
foot
in
its
awkward
home-made
shoe
which
hung
from
the
stirrup
.
Her
head
was
low
.
"
And
do
n't
pat
me
!
I
ca
n't
stand
that
either
.
"
