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"
I
do
n't
blame
you
one
bit
,
Scarlett
,
"
said
Alex
while
the
dark
blood
of
anger
flooded
his
face
.
"
If
it
was
my
sister
,
I
'd
--
well
,
Scarlett
,
I
've
never
yet
said
a
harsh
word
about
any
woman
,
but
personally
I
think
somebody
ought
to
take
a
rawhide
whip
to
Suellen
.
"
What
foolishness
was
he
talking
about
now
,
she
wondered
.
What
had
Suellen
to
do
with
it
all
?
"
Everybody
around
here
feels
the
same
way
about
her
,
I
'm
sorry
to
say
.
Will
's
the
only
one
who
takes
up
for
her
--
and
,
of
course
,
Miss
Melanie
,
but
she
's
a
saint
and
wo
n't
see
bad
in
anyone
and
--
"
"
I
said
I
did
n't
want
to
talk
about
it
,
"
she
said
coldly
but
Alex
did
not
seem
rebuffed
.
He
looked
as
though
he
understood
her
rudeness
and
that
was
annoying
.
She
did
n't
want
to
hear
bad
tidings
about
her
own
family
from
an
outsider
,
did
n't
want
him
to
know
of
her
ignorance
of
what
had
happened
.
Why
had
n't
Will
sent
her
the
full
details
?
She
wished
Alex
would
n't
look
at
her
so
hard
.
She
felt
that
he
realized
her
condition
and
it
embarrassed
her
.
But
what
Alex
was
thinking
as
he
peered
at
her
in
the
twilight
was
that
her
face
had
changed
so
completely
he
wondered
how
he
had
ever
recognized
her
.
Perhaps
it
was
because
she
was
going
to
have
a
baby
.
Women
did
look
like
the
devil
at
such
times
.
And
,
of
course
,
she
must
be
feeling
badly
about
old
man
O'Hara
.
She
had
been
his
pet
.
But
,
no
,
the
change
was
deeper
than
that
.
She
really
looked
as
if
she
had
three
square
meals
a
day
.
And
the
hunted-animal
look
had
partly
gone
from
her
eyes
.
Now
,
the
eyes
which
had
been
fearful
and
desperate
were
hard
.
There
was
an
air
of
command
,
assurance
and
determination
about
her
,
even
when
she
smiled
.
Bet
she
led
old
Frank
a
merry
life
!
Yes
,
she
had
changed
.
She
was
a
handsome
woman
,
to
be
sure
,
but
all
that
pretty
,
sweet
softness
had
gone
from
her
face
and
that
flattering
way
of
looking
up
at
a
man
,
like
he
knew
more
than
God
Almighty
,
had
utterly
vanished
.
Well
,
had
n't
they
all
changed
?
Alex
looked
down
at
his
rough
clothes
and
his
face
fell
into
its
usual
bitter
lines
.
Sometimes
at
night
when
he
lay
awake
,
wondering
how
his
mother
was
going
to
get
that
operation
and
how
poor
dead
Joe
's
little
boy
was
going
to
get
an
education
and
how
he
was
going
to
get
money
for
another
mule
,
he
wished
the
war
was
still
going
on
,
wished
it
had
gone
on
forever
.
They
did
n't
know
their
luck
then
.
There
was
always
something
to
eat
in
the
army
,
even
if
it
was
just
corn
bread
,
always
somebody
to
give
orders
and
none
of
this
torturing
sense
of
facing
problems
that
could
n't
be
solved
--
nothing
to
bother
about
in
the
army
except
getting
killed
.
And
then
there
was
Dimity
Munroe
.
Alex
wanted
to
marry
her
and
he
knew
he
could
n't
when
so
many
were
already
looking
to
him
for
support
.
He
had
loved
her
for
so
long
and
now
the
roses
were
fading
from
her
cheeks
and
the
joy
from
her
eyes
.
If
only
Tony
had
n't
had
to
run
away
to
Texas
.
Another
man
on
the
place
would
make
all
the
difference
in
the
world
.
His
lovable
bad-tempered
little
brother
,
penniless
somewhere
in
the
West
.
Yes
,
they
had
all
changed
.
And
why
not
?
He
sighed
heavily
.
"
I
have
n't
thanked
you
for
what
you
and
Frank
did
for
Tony
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
was
you
who
helped
him
get
away
,
was
n't
it
?
It
was
fine
of
you
.
I
heard
in
a
roundabout
way
that
he
was
safe
in
Texas
.
I
was
afraid
to
write
and
ask
you
--
but
did
you
or
Frank
lend
him
any
money
?
I
want
to
repay
--
"
"
Oh
,
Alex
,
please
hush
!
Not
now
!
"
cried
Scarlett
.
For
once
,
money
meant
nothing
to
her
.
