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The
two
men
eased
Ashley
into
a
rocker
and
Rhett
,
swaying
,
caught
hold
of
the
back
of
the
chair
to
steady
himself
and
addressed
the
captain
with
pain
in
his
voice
.
"
That
's
fine
thanks
I
get
,
is
n't
it
?
For
keeping
the
police
from
getting
him
and
bringing
him
home
and
him
yelling
and
trying
to
claw
me
!
"
"
And
you
,
Hugh
Elsing
,
I
'm
ashamed
of
you
!
What
will
your
poor
mother
say
?
Drunk
and
out
with
a
--
a
Yankee-loving
Scallawag
like
Captain
Butler
!
And
,
oh
,
Mr.
Wilkes
,
how
could
you
do
such
a
thing
?
"
"
Melly
,
I
ai
n't
so
very
drunk
,
"
mumbled
Ashley
,
and
with
the
words
fell
forward
and
lay
face
down
on
the
table
,
his
head
buried
in
his
arms
.
"
Archie
,
take
him
to
his
room
and
put
him
to
bed
--
as
usual
,
"
ordered
Melanie
.
"
Aunt
Pitty
,
please
run
and
fix
the
bed
and
oo-oh
,
"
she
suddenly
burst
into
tears
.
"
Oh
,
how
could
he
?
After
he
promised
!
"
Archie
already
had
his
arm
under
Ashley
's
shoulder
and
Pitty
,
frightened
and
uncertain
,
was
on
her
feet
when
the
captain
interposed
.
"
Do
n't
touch
him
.
He
's
under
arrest
.
Sergeant
!
"
As
the
sergeant
stepped
into
the
room
,
his
rifle
at
trail
,
Rhett
,
evidently
trying
to
steady
himself
,
put
a
hand
on
the
captain
's
arm
and
,
with
difficulty
,
focused
his
eyes
.
"
Tom
,
what
you
arresting
him
for
?
He
ai
n't
so
very
drunk
.
I
've
seen
him
drunker
.
"
