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Emmie
's
jaw
sagged
suddenly
and
she
glanced
at
Jonas
who
came
up
with
lowering
brows
.
He
made
an
effort
at
dignity
,
despite
his
anger
.
"
You
must
not
speak
that
way
to
my
wife
,
"
he
said
.
"
Wife
?
"
said
Scarlett
and
burst
into
a
laugh
that
was
cutting
with
contempt
.
"
High
time
you
made
her
your
wife
.
Who
baptized
your
other
brats
after
you
killed
my
mother
?
"
Emmie
said
"
Oh
!
"
and
retreated
hastily
down
the
steps
but
Jonas
stopped
her
flight
toward
the
carriage
with
a
rough
grip
on
her
arm
.
"
We
came
out
here
to
pay
a
call
--
a
friendly
call
,
"
he
snarled
.
"
And
talk
a
little
business
with
old
friends
--
"
"
Friends
?
"
Scarlett
's
voice
was
like
a
whiplash
.
"
When
were
we
ever
friends
with
the
like
of
you
?
The
Slatterys
lived
on
our
charity
and
paid
it
back
by
killing
Mother
--
and
you
--
you
--
Pa
discharged
you
about
Emmie
's
brat
and
you
know
it
.
Friends
?
Get
off
this
place
before
I
call
Mr.
Benteen
and
Mr.
Wilkes
.
"
Under
the
words
,
Emmie
broke
her
husband
's
hold
and
fled
for
the
carriage
,
scrambling
in
with
a
flash
of
patent-leather
boots
with
bright-red
tops
and
red
tassels
.
Now
Jonas
shook
with
a
fury
equal
to
Scarlett
's
and
his
sallow
face
was
as
red
as
an
angry
turkey
gobbler
's
.
"
Still
high
and
mighty
,
are
n't
you
?
Well
,
I
know
all
about
you
.
I
know
you
have
n't
got
shoes
for
your
feet
.
I
know
your
father
's
turned
idiot
--
"
"
Get
off
this
place
!
"
