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Scarlett
,
overwrought
,
could
have
screamed
:
"
Oh
,
damn
the
Lady
Harpists
!
"
She
wanted
to
talk
about
her
dreadful
experience
.
She
was
bursting
to
relate
it
in
detail
,
so
she
could
ease
her
own
fright
by
frightening
the
others
.
She
wanted
to
tell
how
brave
she
had
been
,
just
to
assure
herself
by
the
sound
of
her
own
words
that
she
had
,
indeed
,
been
brave
.
But
every
time
she
brought
up
the
subject
,
Melanie
deftly
steered
the
conversation
into
other
and
innocuous
channels
.
This
irritated
Scarlett
almost
beyond
endurance
.
They
were
as
mean
as
Frank
.
How
could
they
be
so
calm
and
placid
when
she
had
just
escaped
so
terrible
a
fate
?
They
were
n't
even
displaying
common
courtesy
in
denying
her
the
relief
of
talking
about
it
.
The
events
of
the
afternoon
had
shaken
her
more
than
she
cared
to
admit
,
even
to
herself
.
Every
time
she
thought
of
that
malignant
black
face
peering
at
her
from
the
shadows
of
the
twilight
forest
road
,
she
fell
to
trembling
.
When
she
thought
of
the
black
hand
at
her
bosom
and
what
would
have
happened
if
Big
Sam
had
not
appeared
,
she
bent
her
head
lower
and
squeezed
her
eyes
tightly
shut
.
The
longer
she
sat
silent
in
the
peaceful
room
,
trying
to
sew
,
listening
to
Melanie
's
voice
,
the
tighter
her
nerves
stretched
.
She
felt
that
at
any
moment
she
would
actually
hear
them
break
with
the
same
pinging
sound
a
banjo
string
makes
when
it
snaps
.
Archie
's
whittling
annoyed
her
and
she
frowned
at
him
.
Suddenly
it
seemed
odd
that
he
should
be
sitting
there
occupying
himself
with
a
piece
of
wood
.
Usually
he
lay
flat
on
the
sofa
,
during
the
evenings
when
he
was
on
guard
,
and
slept
and
snored
so
violently
that
his
long
beard
leaped
into
the
air
with
each
rumbling
breath
.
It
was
odder
still
that
neither
Melanie
nor
India
hinted
to
him
that
he
should
spread
a
paper
on
the
floor
to
catch
his
litter
of
shavings
.
He
had
already
made
a
perfect
mess
on
the
hearth
rug
but
they
did
not
seem
to
have
noticed
it
.
While
she
watched
him
,
Archie
turned
suddenly
toward
the
fire
and
spat
a
stream
of
tobacco
juice
on
it
with
such
vehemence
that
India
,
Melanie
and
Pitty
leaped
as
though
a
bomb
had
exploded
.
"
NEED
you
expectorate
so
loudly
?
"
cried
India
in
a
voice
that
cracked
with
nervous
annoyance
.
Scarlett
looked
at
her
in
surprise
for
India
was
always
so
self-contained
.
Archie
gave
her
look
for
look
.
"
I
reckon
I
do
,
"
he
answered
coldly
and
spat
again
.
Melanie
gave
a
little
frowning
glance
at
India
.
"
I
was
always
so
glad
dear
Papa
did
n't
chew
,
"
began
Pitty
,
and
Melanie
,
her
frown
creasing
deeper
,
swung
on
her
and
spoke
sharper
words
than
Scarlett
had
ever
heard
her
speak
.
"
Oh
,
do
hush
,
Auntie
!
You
're
so
tactless
.
"
