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"
Oh
,
dear
!
"
Pitty
dropped
her
sewing
in
her
lap
and
her
mouth
pressed
up
in
hurt
.
"
I
declare
,
I
do
n't
know
what
ails
you
all
tonight
.
You
and
India
are
just
as
jumpy
and
cross
as
two
old
sticks
.
"
No
one
answered
her
.
Melanie
did
not
even
apologize
for
her
crossness
but
went
back
to
her
sewing
with
small
violence
.
"
You
're
taking
stitches
an
inch
long
,
"
declared
Pitty
with
some
satisfaction
.
"
You
'll
have
to
take
every
one
of
them
out
.
What
's
the
matter
with
you
?
"
But
Melanie
still
did
not
answer
.
Was
there
anything
the
matter
with
them
,
Scarlett
wondered
?
Had
she
been
too
absorbed
with
her
own
fears
to
notice
?
Yes
,
despite
Melanie
's
attempts
to
make
the
evening
appear
like
any
one
of
fifty
they
had
all
spent
together
,
there
was
a
difference
due
to
their
alarm
and
shock
at
what
had
happened
that
afternoon
.
Scarlett
stole
glances
at
her
companions
and
intercepted
a
look
from
India
.
It
discomforted
her
because
it
was
a
long
,
measuring
glance
that
carried
in
its
cold
depths
something
stronger
than
hate
,
something
more
insulting
than
contempt
.
"
As
though
she
thought
I
was
to
blame
for
what
happened
,
"
Scarlett
thought
indignantly
.
India
turned
from
her
to
Archie
and
,
all
annoyance
at
him
gone
from
her
face
,
gave
him
a
look
of
veiled
anxious
inquiry
.
But
he
did
not
meet
her
eyes
.
He
did
however
look
at
Scarlett
,
staring
at
her
in
the
same
cold
hard
way
India
had
done
.
Silence
fell
dully
in
the
room
as
Melanie
did
not
take
up
the
conversation
again
and
,
in
the
silence
,
Scarlett
heard
the
rising
wind
outside
.
It
suddenly
began
to
be
a
most
unpleasant
evening
.
Now
she
began
to
feel
the
tension
in
the
air
and
she
wondered
if
it
had
been
present
all
during
the
evening
--
and
she
too
upset
to
notice
it
.
About
Archie
's
face
there
was
an
alert
waiting
look
and
his
tufted
,
hairy
old
ears
seemed
pricked
up
like
a
lynx
's
.
There
was
a
severely
repressed
uneasiness
about
Melanie
and
India
that
made
them
raise
their
heads
from
their
sewing
at
each
sound
of
hooves
in
the
road
,
at
each
groan
of
bare
branches
under
the
wailing
wind
,
at
each
scuffing
sound
of
dry
leaves
tumbling
across
the
lawn
.
They
started
at
each
soft
snap
of
burning
logs
on
the
hearth
as
if
they
were
stealthy
footsteps
.
Something
was
wrong
and
Scarlett
wondered
what
it
was
.
Something
was
afoot
and
she
did
not
know
about
it
.
A
glance
at
Aunt
Pitty
's
plump
guileless
face
,
screwed
up
in
a
pout
,
told
her
that
the
old
lady
was
as
ignorant
as
she
.
But
Archie
and
Melanie
and
India
knew
.
