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His
sudden
shift
so
disconcerted
her
that
she
stammered
:
"
What
--
what
--
"
and
inwardly
groaned
:
"
Oh
,
Lord
!
Now
,
it
's
coming
.
I
wonder
if
I
can
butter
him
down
?
"
"
I
should
n't
have
expected
either
truth
or
honor
or
fair
dealing
from
you
,
knowing
you
as
I
do
.
But
foolishly
,
I
trusted
you
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
what
you
mean
.
"
"
I
think
you
do
.
At
any
rate
,
you
look
very
guilty
.
As
I
was
riding
along
Ivy
Street
a
while
ago
,
on
my
way
to
call
on
you
,
who
should
hail
me
from
behind
a
hedge
but
Mrs.
Ashley
Wilkes
!
Of
course
,
I
stopped
and
chatted
with
her
.
"
"
Indeed
?
"
"
Yes
,
we
had
an
enjoyable
talk
.
She
told
me
she
had
always
wanted
to
let
me
know
how
brave
she
thought
I
was
to
have
struck
a
blow
for
the
Confederacy
,
even
at
the
eleventh
hour
.
"
"
Oh
,
fiddle-dee-dee
!
Melly
's
a
fool
.
She
might
have
died
that
night
because
you
acted
so
heroic
.
"
"
I
imagine
she
would
have
thought
her
life
given
in
a
good
cause
.
And
when
I
asked
her
what
she
was
doing
in
Atlanta
she
looked
quite
surprised
at
my
ignorance
and
told
me
that
they
were
living
here
now
and
that
you
had
been
kind
enough
to
make
Mr.
Wilkes
a
partner
in
your
mill
.
"
"
Well
,
what
of
it
?
"
questioned
Scarlett
,
shortly
.
