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Already
he
was
the
man
of
the
house
and
,
not
wishing
to
make
a
scene
,
Scarlett
turned
helplessly
to
Mrs.
Tarleton
.
That
lady
,
suddenly
diverted
,
as
Will
had
intended
,
from
thoughts
of
Suellen
to
the
always
fascinating
matter
of
breeding
,
be
it
animal
or
human
,
took
Scarlett
's
arm
.
"
Come
in
the
house
,
honey
.
"
Her
face
took
on
a
look
of
kind
,
absorbed
interest
and
Scarlett
suffered
herself
to
be
led
through
the
crowd
that
gave
way
and
made
a
narrow
path
for
her
.
There
was
a
sympathetic
murmuring
as
she
passed
and
several
hands
went
out
to
pat
her
comfortingly
.
When
she
came
abreast
Grandma
Fontaine
,
the
old
lady
put
out
a
skinny
claw
and
said
:
"
Give
me
your
arm
,
child
,
"
and
added
with
a
fierce
glance
at
Sally
and
Young
Miss
:
"
No
,
do
n't
you
come
.
I
do
n't
want
you
.
"
They
passed
slowly
through
the
crowd
which
closed
behind
them
and
went
up
the
shady
path
toward
the
house
,
Mrs.
Tarleton
's
eager
helping
hand
so
strong
under
Scarlett
's
elbow
that
she
was
almost
lifted
from
the
ground
at
each
step
.
"
Now
,
why
did
Will
do
that
?
"
cried
Scarlett
heatedly
,
when
they
were
out
of
earshot
.
"
He
practically
said
:
'
Look
at
her
!
She
's
going
to
have
a
baby
!
'
"
"
Well
,
sake
's
alive
,
you
are
,
are
n't
you
?
"
said
Mrs.
Tarleton
.
"
Will
did
right
.
It
was
foolish
of
you
to
stand
in
the
hot
sun
when
you
might
have
fainted
and
had
a
miscarriage
.
"
"
Will
was
n't
bothered
about
her
miscarrying
,
"
said
Grandma
,
a
little
breathless
as
she
labored
across
the
front
yard
toward
the
steps
.
There
was
a
grim
,
knowing
smile
on
her
face
.
"
Will
's
smart
.
He
did
n't
want
either
you
or
me
,
Beetrice
,
at
the
graveside
.
He
was
scared
of
what
we
'd
say
and
he
knew
this
was
the
only
way
to
get
rid
of
us
...
And
it
was
more
than
that
.
He
did
n't
want
Scarlett
to
hear
the
clods
dropping
on
the
coffin
.
And
he
's
right
.
Just
remember
,
Scarlett
,
as
long
as
you
do
n't
hear
that
sound
,
folks
are
n't
actually
dead
to
you
.
But
once
you
hear
it
...
Well
,
it
's
the
most
dreadfully
final
sound
in
the
world
...
Help
me
up
the
steps
,
child
,
and
give
me
a
hand
,
Beetrice
.
Scarlett
do
n't
any
more
need
your
arm
than
she
needs
crutches
and
I
'm
not
so
peart
,
as
Will
observed
...
Will
knew
you
were
your
father
's
pet
and
he
did
n't
want
to
make
it
worse
for
you
than
it
already
was
.
He
figured
it
would
n't
be
so
bad
for
your
sisters
.
Suellen
has
her
shame
to
sustain
her
and
Carreen
her
God
.
But
you
've
got
nothing
to
sustain
you
,
have
you
,
child
?
"
"
No
,
"
answered
Scarlett
,
helping
the
old
lady
up
the
steps
,
faintly
surprised
at
the
truth
that
sounded
in
the
reedy
old
voice
.
"
I
've
never
had
anything
to
sustain
me
--
except
Mother
.
"
"
But
when
you
lost
her
,
you
found
you
could
stand
alone
,
did
n't
you
?
Well
,
some
folks
ca
n't
.
Your
pa
was
one
.
Will
's
right
.
Do
n't
you
grieve
.
He
could
n't
get
along
without
Ellen
and
he
's
happier
where
he
is
.
Just
like
I
'll
be
happier
when
I
join
the
Old
Doctor
.
"
