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"
Oh
,
I
shall
die
if
you
tell
Aunt
Pittypat
!
"
she
cried
in
real
anxiety
and
burst
into
tears
.
It
was
easy
to
cry
,
because
she
was
so
cold
and
miserable
,
but
the
effect
was
startling
.
Frank
could
not
have
been
more
embarrassed
or
helpless
if
she
had
suddenly
begun
disrobing
.
He
clicked
his
tongue
against
his
teeth
several
times
,
muttering
"
My
!
My
!
"
and
made
futile
gestures
at
her
.
A
daring
thought
went
through
his
mind
that
he
should
draw
her
head
onto
his
shoulder
and
pat
her
but
he
had
never
done
this
to
any
woman
and
hardly
knew
how
to
go
about
it
.
Scarlett
O'Hara
,
so
high
spirited
and
pretty
,
crying
here
in
his
buggy
.
Scarlett
O'Hara
,
the
proudest
of
the
proud
,
trying
to
sell
needlework
to
the
Yankees
.
His
heart
burned
.
She
sobbed
on
,
saying
a
few
words
now
and
then
,
and
he
gathered
that
all
was
not
well
at
Tara
.
Mr.
O'Hara
was
still
"
not
himself
at
all
,
"
and
there
was
n't
enough
food
to
go
around
for
so
many
.
So
she
had
to
come
to
Atlanta
to
try
to
make
a
little
money
for
herself
and
her
boy
.
Frank
clicked
his
tongue
again
and
suddenly
he
found
that
her
head
was
on
his
shoulder
.
He
did
not
quite
know
how
it
got
there
.
Surely
he
had
not
placed
it
there
,
but
there
her
head
was
and
there
was
Scarlett
helplessly
sobbing
against
his
thin
chest
,
an
exciting
and
novel
sensation
for
him
.
He
patted
her
shoulder
timidly
,
gingerly
at
first
,
and
when
she
did
not
rebuff
him
he
became
bolder
and
patted
her
firmly
.
What
a
helpless
,
sweet
,
womanly
little
thing
she
was
.
And
how
brave
and
silly
to
try
her
hand
at
making
money
by
her
needle
.
But
dealing
with
the
Yankees
--
that
was
too
much
.
"
I
wo
n't
tell
Miss
Pittypat
,
but
you
must
promise
me
,
Miss
Scarlett
,
that
you
wo
n't
do
anything
like
this
again
.
The
idea
of
your
father
's
daughter
--
"
Her
wet
green
eyes
sought
his
helplessly
.
"
But
,
Mr.
Kennedy
,
I
must
do
something
.
I
must
take
care
of
my
poor
little
boy
and
there
is
no
one
to
look
after
us
now
.
"
"
You
are
a
brave
little
woman
,
"
he
pronounced
,
"
but
I
wo
n't
have
you
do
this
sort
of
thing
.
Your
family
would
die
of
shame
.
"
"
Then
what
will
I
do
?
"
The
swimming
eyes
looked
up
to
him
as
if
she
knew
he
knew
everything
and
was
hanging
on
his
words
.
"
Well
,
I
do
n't
know
right
now
.
But
I
'll
think
of
something
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
know
you
will
!
You
are
so
smart
--
Frank
.
"
