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He
blushed
and
cackled
again
.
He
's
thinking
of
Suellen
,
Scarlett
thought
in
disgust
.
For
a
moment
she
considered
asking
him
to
lend
her
three
hundred
dollars
,
but
wearily
she
rejected
the
idea
.
He
would
be
embarrassed
;
he
would
stammer
;
he
would
offer
excuses
,
but
he
would
n't
lend
it
to
her
.
He
had
worked
hard
for
it
,
so
he
could
marry
Suellen
in
the
spring
and
if
he
parted
with
it
,
his
wedding
would
be
postponed
indefinitely
.
Even
if
she
worked
on
his
sympathies
and
his
duty
toward
his
future
family
and
gained
his
promise
of
a
loan
,
she
knew
Suellen
would
never
permit
it
.
Suellen
was
getting
more
and
more
worried
over
the
fact
that
she
was
practically
an
old
maid
and
she
would
move
heaven
and
earth
to
prevent
anything
from
delaying
her
marriage
.
What
was
there
in
that
whining
complaining
girl
to
make
this
old
fool
so
anxious
to
give
her
a
soft
nest
?
Suellen
did
n't
deserve
a
loving
husband
and
the
profits
of
a
store
and
a
sawmill
.
The
minute
Sue
got
her
hands
on
a
little
money
she
'd
give
herself
unendurable
airs
and
never
contribute
one
cent
toward
the
upkeep
of
Tara
.
Not
Suellen
!
She
'd
think
herself
well
out
of
it
and
not
care
if
Tara
went
for
taxes
or
burned
to
the
ground
,
so
long
as
she
had
pretty
clothes
and
a
"
Mrs.
"
in
front
of
her
name
.
As
Scarlett
thought
of
Suellen
's
secure
future
and
the
precarious
one
of
herself
and
Tara
,
anger
flamed
in
her
at
the
unfairness
of
life
.
Hastily
she
looked
out
of
the
buggy
into
the
muddy
street
,
lest
Frank
should
see
her
expression
.
She
was
going
to
lose
everything
she
had
,
while
Sue
--
Suddenly
a
determination
was
born
in
her
.
Suellen
should
not
have
Frank
and
his
store
and
his
mill
!
Suellen
did
n't
deserve
them
.
She
was
going
to
have
them
herself
.
She
thought
of
Tara
and
remembered
Jonas
Wilkerson
,
venomous
as
a
rattler
,
at
the
foot
of
the
front
steps
,
and
she
grasped
at
the
last
straw
floating
above
the
shipwreck
of
her
life
.
Rhett
had
failed
her
but
the
Lord
had
provided
Frank
.
But
can
I
get
him
?
Her
fingers
clenched
as
she
looked
unseeingly
into
the
rain
.
Can
I
make
him
forget
Sue
and
propose
to
me
real
quick
?
If
I
could
make
Rhett
almost
propose
,
I
know
I
could
get
Frank
!
Her
eyes
went
over
him
,
her
lids
flickering
.
Certainly
,
he
's
no
beauty
,
she
thought
coolly
,
and
he
's
got
very
bad
teeth
and
his
breath
smells
bad
and
he
's
old
enough
to
be
my
father
.
Moreover
,
he
's
nervous
and
timid
and
well
meaning
,
and
I
do
n't
know
of
any
more
damning
qualities
a
man
can
have
.
But
at
least
,
he
's
a
gentleman
and
I
believe
I
could
stand
living
with
him
better
than
with
Rhett
.
Certainly
I
could
manage
him
easier
.
At
any
rate
,
beggars
ca
n't
be
choosers
.
That
he
was
Suellen
's
fiance
caused
her
no
qualm
of
conscience
.
After
the
complete
moral
collapse
which
had
sent
her
to
Atlanta
and
to
Rhett
,
the
appropriation
of
her
sister
's
betrothed
seemed
a
minor
affair
and
one
not
to
be
bothered
with
at
this
time
.
