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But
no
one
wanted
to
forget
,
no
one
,
it
seemed
,
except
herself
,
so
Scarlett
was
glad
when
she
could
truthfully
tell
Melanie
that
she
was
embarrassed
at
appearing
,
even
in
the
darkness
.
This
explanation
was
readily
understood
by
Melanie
who
was
hypersensitive
about
all
matters
relating
to
childbirth
.
Melanie
wanted
another
baby
badly
,
but
both
Dr.
Meade
and
Dr.
Fontaine
had
said
another
child
would
cost
her
her
life
.
So
,
only
half
resigned
to
her
fate
,
she
spent
most
of
her
time
with
Scarlett
,
vicariously
enjoying
a
pregnancy
not
her
own
.
To
Scarlett
,
scarcely
wanting
her
coming
child
and
irritated
at
its
untimeliness
,
this
attitude
seemed
the
height
of
sentimental
stupidity
.
But
she
had
a
guilty
sense
of
pleasure
that
the
doctors
'
edict
had
made
impossible
any
real
intimacy
between
Ashley
and
his
wife
.
Scarlett
saw
Ashley
frequently
now
but
she
never
saw
him
alone
.
He
came
by
the
house
every
night
on
his
way
home
from
the
mill
to
report
on
the
day
's
work
,
but
Frank
and
Pitty
were
usually
present
or
,
worse
still
,
Melanie
and
India
.
She
could
only
ask
businesslike
questions
and
make
suggestions
and
then
say
:
"
It
was
nice
of
you
to
come
by
.
Good
night
.
"
If
only
she
was
n't
having
a
baby
!
Here
was
a
God-given
opportunity
to
ride
out
to
the
mill
with
him
every
morning
,
through
the
lonely
woods
,
far
from
prying
eyes
,
where
they
could
imagine
themselves
back
in
the
County
again
in
the
unhurried
days
before
the
war
.
No
,
she
would
n't
try
to
make
him
say
one
word
of
love
!
She
would
n't
refer
to
love
in
any
way
.
She
'd
sworn
an
oath
to
herself
that
she
would
never
do
that
again
.
But
,
perhaps
if
she
were
alone
with
him
once
more
,
he
might
drop
that
mask
of
impersonal
courtesy
he
had
worn
since
coming
to
Atlanta
.
Perhaps
he
might
be
his
old
self
again
,
be
the
Ashley
she
had
known
before
the
barbecue
,
before
any
word
of
love
had
been
spoken
between
them
.
If
they
could
not
be
lovers
,
they
could
be
friends
again
and
she
could
warm
her
cold
and
lonely
heart
in
the
glow
of
his
friendship
.
"
If
only
I
could
get
this
baby
over
and
done
with
,
"
she
thought
impatiently
,
"
then
I
could
ride
with
him
every
day
and
we
could
talk
--
"
It
was
not
only
the
desire
to
be
with
him
that
made
her
writhe
with
helpless
impatience
at
her
confinement
.
The
mills
needed
her
.
The
mills
had
been
losing
money
ever
since
she
retired
from
active
supervision
,
leaving
Hugh
and
Ashley
in
charge
.
Hugh
was
so
incompetent
,
for
all
that
he
tried
so
hard
.
He
was
a
poor
trader
and
a
poorer
boss
of
labor
.
Anyone
could
Jew
him
down
on
prices
.
If
any
slick
contractor
chose
to
say
that
the
lumber
was
of
an
inferior
grade
and
not
worth
the
price
asked
,
Hugh
felt
that
all
a
gentleman
could
do
was
to
apologize
and
take
a
lower
price
.
When
she
heard
of
the
price
he
received
for
a
thousand
feet
of
flooring
,
she
burst
into
angry
tears
.
The
best
grade
of
flooring
the
mill
had
ever
turned
out
and
he
had
practically
given
it
away
!
And
he
could
n't
manage
his
labor
crews
.
The
negroes
insisted
on
being
paid
every
day
and
they
frequently
got
drunk
on
their
wages
and
did
not
turn
up
for
work
the
next
morning
.
On
these
occasions
Hugh
was
forced
to
hunt
up
new
workmen
and
the
mill
was
late
in
starting
.
With
these
difficulties
Hugh
did
n't
get
into
town
to
sell
the
lumber
for
days
on
end
.
Seeing
the
profits
slip
from
Hugh
's
fingers
,
Scarlett
became
frenzied
at
her
impotence
and
his
stupidity
.
