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"
She
's
the
town
bad
woman
,
"
said
Scarlett
briefly
,
"
and
I
give
you
my
word
I
do
n't
know
her
,
so
shut
up
.
"
"
Gawdlmighty
!
"
breathed
Mammy
,
her
jaw
dropping
as
she
looked
after
the
carriage
with
passionate
curiosity
.
She
had
not
seen
a
professional
bad
woman
since
she
left
Savannah
with
Ellen
more
than
twenty
years
before
and
she
wished
ardently
that
she
had
observed
Belle
more
closely
.
"
She
sho
dressed
up
fine
an
'
got
a
fine
cah
'
ige
an
'
coachman
,
"
she
muttered
.
"
Ah
doan
know
whut
de
Lawd
thinkin
'
'
bout
lettin
'
de
bad
women
flurrish
lak
dat
w
'
en
us
good
folks
is
hongry
an
'
mos
'
barefoot
.
"
"
The
Lord
stopped
thinking
about
us
years
ago
,
"
said
Scarlett
savagely
.
"
And
do
n't
go
telling
me
Mother
is
turning
in
her
grave
to
hear
me
say
it
,
either
.
"
She
wanted
to
feel
superior
and
virtuous
about
Belle
but
she
could
not
.
If
her
plans
went
well
,
she
might
be
on
the
same
footing
with
Belle
and
supported
by
the
same
man
.
While
she
did
not
regret
her
decision
one
whit
,
the
matter
in
its
true
light
discomfited
her
.
"
I
wo
n't
think
of
it
now
,
"
she
told
herself
and
hurried
her
steps
.
They
passed
the
lot
where
the
Meade
house
had
stood
and
there
remained
of
it
only
a
forlorn
pair
of
stone
steps
and
a
walk
,
leading
up
to
nothing
.
Where
the
Whitings
'
home
had
been
was
bare
ground
.
Even
the
foundation
stones
and
the
brick
chimneys
were
gone
and
there
were
wagon
tracks
where
they
had
been
carted
away
.
The
brick
house
of
the
Elsings
still
stood
,
with
a
new
roof
and
a
new
second
floor
.
The
Bonnell
home
,
awkwardly
patched
and
roofed
with
rude
boards
instead
of
shingles
,
managed
to
look
livable
for
all
its
battered
appearance
.
But
in
neither
house
was
there
a
face
at
the
window
or
a
figure
on
the
porch
,
and
Scarlett
was
glad
.
She
did
not
want
to
talk
to
anyone
now
.
Then
the
new
slate
roof
of
Aunt
Pitty
's
house
came
in
view
with
its
red-brick
walls
,
and
Scarlett
's
heart
throbbed
.
How
good
of
the
Lord
not
to
level
it
beyond
repair
!
Coming
out
of
the
front
yard
was
Uncle
Peter
,
a
market
basket
on
his
arm
,
and
when
he
saw
Scarlett
and
Mammy
trudging
along
,
a
wide
,
incredulous
smile
split
his
black
face
.
I
could
kiss
the
old
black
fool
,
I
'm
so
glad
to
see
him
,
thought
Scarlett
,
joyfully
and
she
called
:
"
Run
get
Auntie
's
swoon
bottle
,
Peter
!
It
's
really
me
!
"
That
night
the
inevitable
hominy
and
dried
peas
were
on
Aunt
Pitty
's
supper
table
and
,
as
Scarlett
ate
them
,
she
made
a
vow
that
these
two
dishes
would
never
appear
on
her
table
when
she
had
money
again
.
And
,
no
matter
what
price
she
had
to
pay
,
she
was
going
to
have
money
again
,
more
than
just
enough
to
pay
the
taxes
on
Tara
.
Somehow
,
some
day
she
was
going
to
have
plenty
of
money
if
she
had
to
commit
murder
to
get
it
.
In
the
yellow
lamplight
of
the
dining
room
,
she
asked
Pitty
about
her
finances
,
hoping
against
hope
that
Charles
'
family
might
be
able
to
lend
her
the
money
she
needed
.
The
questions
were
none
too
subtle
but
Pitty
,
in
her
pleasure
at
having
a
member
of
the
family
to
talk
to
,
did
not
even
notice
the
bald
way
the
questions
were
put
.
She
plunged
with
tears
into
the
details
of
her
misfortunes
.
She
just
did
n't
know
where
her
farms
and
town
property
and
money
had
gone
but
everything
had
slipped
away
.
At
least
,
that
was
what
Brother
Henry
told
her
.
He
had
n't
been
able
to
pay
the
taxes
on
her
estate
.
Everything
except
the
house
she
was
living
in
was
gone
and
Pitty
did
not
stop
to
think
that
the
house
had
never
been
hers
but
was
the
joint
property
of
Melanie
and
Scarlett
.
Brother
Henry
could
just
barely
pay
taxes
on
this
house
.
He
gave
her
a
little
something
every
month
to
live
on
and
,
though
it
was
very
humiliating
to
take
money
from
him
,
she
had
to
do
it
.
