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"
No
,
Archie
,
no
!
"
cried
Melanie
and
she
put
a
shaking
hand
on
Rhett
's
arm
as
though
to
protect
him
from
Archie
.
"
What
has
happened
?
How
did
--
how
did
you
know
?
"
On
Rhett
's
dark
face
impatience
fought
with
courtesy
.
"
Good
God
,
Mrs.
Wilkes
,
they
've
all
been
under
suspicion
since
the
beginning
--
only
they
've
been
too
clever
--
until
tonight
!
How
do
I
know
?
I
was
playing
poker
tonight
with
two
drunken
Yankee
captains
and
they
let
it
out
.
The
Yankees
knew
there
'd
be
trouble
tonight
and
they
've
prepared
for
it
.
The
fools
have
walked
into
a
trap
.
"
For
a
moment
it
was
as
though
Melanie
swayed
under
the
impact
of
a
heavy
blow
and
Rhett
's
arm
went
around
her
waist
to
steady
her
.
"
Do
n't
tell
him
!
He
's
trying
to
trap
you
!
"
cried
India
,
glaring
at
Rhett
.
"
Did
n't
you
hear
him
say
he
'd
been
with
Yankee
officers
tonight
?
"
Still
Rhett
did
not
look
at
her
.
His
eyes
were
bent
insistently
on
Melanie
's
white
face
.
"
Tell
me
.
Where
did
they
go
?
Have
they
a
meeting
place
?
"
Despite
her
fear
and
incomprehension
,
Scarlett
thought
she
had
never
seen
a
blanker
,
more
expressionless
face
than
Rhett
's
but
evidently
Melanie
saw
something
else
,
something
that
made
her
give
her
trust
.
She
straightened
her
small
body
away
from
the
steadying
arm
and
said
quietly
but
with
a
voice
that
shook
:
"
Out
the
Decatur
road
near
Shantytown
.
They
meet
in
the
cellar
of
the
old
Sullivan
plantation
--
the
one
that
's
half-burned
.
"
