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Melanie
dropped
her
hand
but
still
did
not
look
up
.
"
Well
,
I
must
go
.
I
only
came
to
tell
you
.
"
The
white
brittle
mask
was
back
again
and
she
picked
up
the
reins
.
"
How
is
Cade
?
"
asked
Scarlett
,
utterly
at
a
loss
but
fumbling
for
some
words
to
break
the
awkward
silence
.
"
He
is
dying
,
"
said
Cathleen
shortly
.
There
seemed
to
be
no
feeling
in
her
voice
.
"
And
he
is
going
to
die
in
some
comfort
and
peace
if
I
can
manage
it
,
without
worry
about
who
will
take
care
of
me
when
he
's
gone
.
You
see
,
my
stepmother
and
the
children
are
going
North
for
good
,
tomorrow
.
Well
,
I
must
be
going
.
"
Melanie
looked
up
and
met
Cathleen
's
hard
eyes
.
There
were
bright
tears
on
Melanie
's
lashes
and
understanding
in
her
eyes
,
and
before
them
,
Cathleen
's
lips
curved
into
the
crooked
smile
of
a
brave
child
who
tries
not
to
cry
.
It
was
all
very
bewildering
to
Scarlett
who
was
still
trying
to
grasp
the
idea
that
Cathleen
Calvert
was
going
to
marry
an
overseer
--
Cathleen
,
daughter
of
a
rich
planter
,
Cathleen
who
,
next
to
Scarlett
,
had
had
more
beaux
than
any
girl
in
the
County
.
Cathleen
bent
down
and
Melanie
tiptoed
.
They
kissed
.
Then
Cathleen
flapped
the
bridle
reins
sharply
and
the
old
mule
moved
off
.
Melanie
looked
after
her
,
the
tears
streaming
down
her
face
.
Scarlett
stared
,
still
dazed
.
"
Melly
,
is
she
crazy
?
You
know
she
ca
n't
be
in
love
with
him
.
"
"
In
love
?
Oh
,
Scarlett
,
do
n't
even
suggest
such
a
horrid
thing
!
Oh
,
poor
Cathleen
!
Poor
Cade
!
"
