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In
the
silence
she
could
almost
feel
the
thoughts
of
India
and
Melanie
whirling
as
madly
as
squirrels
in
a
cage
.
They
knew
something
,
were
waiting
for
something
,
despite
their
efforts
to
make
things
appear
as
usual
.
And
their
inner
unease
communicated
itself
to
Scarlett
,
making
her
more
nervous
than
before
.
Handling
her
needle
awkwardly
,
she
jabbed
it
into
her
thumb
and
with
a
little
scream
of
pain
and
annoyance
that
made
them
all
jump
,
she
squeezed
it
until
a
bright
red
drop
appeared
.
"
I
'm
just
too
nervous
to
sew
,
"
she
declared
,
throwing
her
mending
to
the
floor
.
"
I
'm
nervous
enough
to
scream
.
I
want
to
go
home
and
go
to
bed
.
And
Frank
knew
it
and
he
ought
n't
to
have
gone
out
.
He
talks
,
talks
,
talks
about
protecting
women
against
darkies
and
Carpetbaggers
and
when
the
time
comes
for
him
to
do
some
protecting
,
where
is
he
?
At
home
,
taking
care
of
me
?
No
,
indeed
,
he
's
gallivanting
around
with
a
lot
of
other
men
who
do
n't
do
anything
but
talk
and
--
"
Her
snapping
eyes
came
to
rest
on
India
's
face
and
she
paused
.
India
was
breathing
fast
and
her
pale
lashless
eyes
were
fastened
on
Scarlett
's
face
with
a
deadly
coldness
.
"
If
it
wo
n't
pain
you
too
much
,
India
,
"
she
broke
off
sarcastically
,
"
I
'd
be
much
obliged
if
you
'd
tell
me
why
you
've
been
staring
at
me
all
evening
.
Has
my
face
turned
green
or
something
?
"
"
It
wo
n't
pain
me
to
tell
you
.
I
'll
do
it
with
pleasure
,
"
said
India
and
her
eyes
glittered
.
"
I
hate
to
see
you
underrate
a
fine
man
like
Mr.
Kennedy
when
,
if
you
knew
--
"
"
India
!
"
said
Melanie
warningly
,
her
hands
clenching
on
her
sewing
.
"
I
think
I
know
my
husband
better
than
you
do
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
the
prospect
of
a
quarrel
,
the
first
open
quarrel
she
had
ever
had
with
India
,
making
her
spirits
rise
and
her
nervousness
depart
.
Melanie
's
eyes
caught
India
's
and
reluctantly
India
closed
her
lips
.
But
almost
instantly
she
spoke
again
and
her
voice
was
cold
with
hate
.
"
You
make
me
sick
,
Scarlett
O'Hara
,
talking
about
being
protected
!
You
do
n't
care
about
being
protected
!
If
you
did
you
'd
never
have
exposed
yourself
as
you
have
done
all
these
months
,
prissing
yourself
about
this
town
,
showing
yourself
off
to
strange
men
,
hoping
they
'll
admire
you
!
What
happened
to
you
this
afternoon
was
just
what
you
deserved
and
if
there
was
any
justice
you
'd
have
gotten
worse
.
"
"
Oh
,
India
,
hush
!
"
cried
Melanie
.
