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"
Let
her
talk
,
"
cried
Scarlett
.
"
I
'm
enjoying
it
.
I
always
knew
she
hated
me
and
she
was
too
much
of
a
hypocrite
to
admit
it
.
If
she
thought
anyone
would
admire
her
,
she
'd
be
walking
the
streets
naked
from
dawn
till
dark
.
"
India
was
on
her
feet
,
her
lean
body
quivering
with
insult
.
"
I
do
hate
you
,
"
she
said
in
a
clear
but
trembling
voice
.
"
But
it
has
n't
been
hypocrisy
that
's
kept
me
quiet
.
It
's
something
you
ca
n't
understand
,
not
possessing
any
--
any
common
courtesy
,
common
good
breeding
.
It
's
the
realization
that
if
all
of
us
do
n't
hang
together
and
submerge
our
own
small
hates
,
we
ca
n't
expect
to
beat
the
Yankees
.
But
you
--
you
--
you
've
done
all
you
could
to
lower
the
prestige
of
decent
people
--
working
and
bringing
shame
on
a
good
husband
,
giving
Yankees
and
riffraff
the
right
to
laugh
at
us
and
make
insulting
remarks
about
our
lack
of
gentility
.
Yankees
do
n't
know
that
you
are
n't
one
of
us
and
have
never
been
.
Yankees
have
n't
sense
enough
to
know
that
you
have
n't
any
gentility
.
And
when
you
've
ridden
about
the
woods
exposing
yourself
to
attack
,
you
've
exposed
every
well-behaved
woman
in
town
to
attack
by
putting
temptation
in
the
ways
of
darkies
and
mean
white
trash
.
And
you
've
put
our
men
folks
'
lives
in
danger
because
they
've
got
to
--
"
"
My
God
,
India
!
"
cried
Melanie
and
even
in
her
wrath
,
Scarlett
was
stunned
to
hear
Melanie
take
the
Lord
's
name
in
vain
.
"
You
must
hush
!
She
does
n't
know
and
she
--
you
must
hush
!
You
promised
--
"
"
Oh
,
girls
!
"
pleaded
Miss
Pittypat
,
her
lips
trembling
.
"
What
do
n't
I
know
?
"
Scarlett
was
on
her
feet
,
furious
,
facing
the
coldly
blazing
India
and
the
imploring
Melanie
.
"
Guinea
hens
,
"
said
Archie
suddenly
and
his
voice
was
contemptuous
.
Before
anyone
could
rebuke
him
,
his
grizzled
head
went
up
sharply
and
he
rose
swiftly
.
"
Somebody
comin
'
up
the
walk
.
'
Tai
n't
Mr.
Wilkes
neither
.
Cease
your
cackle
.
"
There
was
male
authority
in
his
voice
and
the
women
stood
suddenly
silent
,
anger
fading
swiftly
from
their
faces
as
he
stumped
across
the
room
to
the
door
.
"
Who
's
thar
?
"
he
questioned
before
the
caller
even
knocked
.
