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At
first
she
was
as
startled
as
if
a
ghost
had
invaded
the
store
and
then
,
hastily
removing
her
foot
from
beneath
her
,
she
stiffened
her
spine
and
gave
him
a
cold
stare
.
"
What
are
you
doing
here
?
"
"
I
called
on
Miss
Pittypat
and
learned
of
your
marriage
and
so
I
hastened
here
to
congratulate
you
.
"
The
memory
of
her
humiliation
at
his
hands
made
her
go
crimson
with
shame
.
"
I
do
n't
see
how
you
have
the
gall
to
face
me
!
"
she
cried
.
"
On
the
contrary
!
How
have
you
the
gall
to
face
me
?
"
"
Oh
,
you
are
the
most
--
"
"
Shall
we
let
the
bugles
sing
truce
?
"
he
smiled
down
at
her
,
a
wide
flashing
smile
that
had
impudence
in
it
but
no
shame
for
his
own
actions
or
condemnation
for
hers
.
In
spite
of
herself
,
she
had
to
smile
too
,
but
it
was
a
wry
,
uncomfortable
smile
.
"
What
a
pity
they
did
n't
hang
you
!
"
"
Others
share
your
feeling
,
I
fear
.
Come
,
Scarlett
,
relax
.
You
look
like
you
'd
swallowed
a
ramrod
and
it
is
n't
becoming
.
Surely
,
you
've
had
time
to
recover
from
my
--
er
--
my
little
joke
.
"
