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"
Captain
Butler
.
Let
me
in
.
"
Melanie
was
across
the
floor
so
swiftly
that
her
hoops
swayed
up
violently
,
revealing
her
pantalets
to
the
knees
,
and
before
Archie
could
put
his
hand
on
the
knob
she
flung
the
door
open
.
Rhett
Butler
stood
in
the
doorway
,
his
black
slouch
hat
low
over
his
eyes
,
the
wild
wind
whipping
his
cape
about
him
in
snapping
folds
.
For
once
his
good
manners
had
deserted
him
.
He
neither
took
off
his
hat
nor
spoke
to
the
others
in
the
room
.
He
had
eyes
for
no
one
but
Melanie
and
he
spoke
abruptly
without
greeting
.
"
Where
have
they
gone
?
Tell
me
quickly
.
It
's
life
or
death
.
"
Scarlett
and
Pitty
,
startled
and
bewildered
,
looked
at
each
other
in
wonderment
and
,
like
a
lean
old
cat
,
India
streaked
across
the
room
to
Melanie
's
side
.
"
Do
n't
tell
him
anything
,
"
she
cried
swiftly
.
"
He
's
a
spy
,
a
Scallawag
!
"
Rhett
did
not
even
favor
her
with
a
glance
.
"
Quickly
,
Mrs.
Wilkes
!
There
may
still
be
time
.
"
Melanie
seemed
in
a
paralysis
of
terror
and
only
stared
into
his
face
.
"
What
on
earth
--
"
began
Scarlett
.
"
Shet
yore
mouth
,
"
directed
Archie
briefly
.
"
You
too
,
Miss
Melly
.
Git
the
hell
out
of
here
,
you
damned
Scallawag
.
"
