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"
Ashley
,
"
she
began
again
and
paused
.
She
had
not
intended
using
her
pregnancy
as
an
argument
,
had
shrunk
from
the
thought
of
Ashley
even
seeing
her
so
bloated
and
ugly
,
but
as
her
other
persuasions
seemed
to
have
made
no
impression
,
she
decided
to
use
it
and
her
helplessness
as
a
last
card
.
"
You
must
come
to
Atlanta
.
I
do
need
your
help
so
badly
now
,
because
I
ca
n't
look
after
the
mills
.
It
may
be
months
before
I
can
because
--
you
see
--
well
,
because
...
"
"
Please
!
"
he
said
roughly
.
"
Good
God
,
Scarlett
!
"
He
rose
and
went
abruptly
to
the
window
and
stood
with
his
back
to
her
,
watching
the
solemn
single
file
of
ducks
parade
across
the
barnyard
.
"
Is
that
--
is
that
why
you
wo
n't
look
at
me
?
"
she
questioned
forlornly
.
"
I
know
I
look
--
"
He
swung
around
in
a
flash
and
his
gray
eyes
met
hers
with
an
intensity
that
made
her
hands
go
to
her
throat
.
"
Damn
your
looks
!
"
he
said
with
a
swift
violence
.
"
You
know
you
always
look
beautiful
to
me
.
"
Happiness
flooded
her
until
her
eyes
were
liquid
with
tears
.
"
How
sweet
of
you
to
say
that
!
For
I
was
so
ashamed
to
let
you
see
me
--
"
"
You
ashamed
?
Why
should
you
be
ashamed
?
I
'm
the
one
to
feel
shame
and
I
do
.
If
it
had
n't
been
for
my
stupidity
you
would
n't
be
in
this
fix
.
You
'd
never
have
married
Frank
.
I
should
never
have
let
you
leave
Tara
last
winter
.
