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"
I
saw
Belle
and
explained
to
her
.
We
gave
her
a
list
of
the
men
who
were
out
tonight
and
she
and
her
girls
will
testify
that
they
were
all
in
her
house
tonight
.
Then
to
make
our
exit
more
conspicuous
,
she
called
the
two
desperadoes
who
keep
order
at
her
place
and
had
us
dragged
downstairs
,
fighting
,
and
through
the
barroom
and
thrown
out
into
the
street
as
brawling
drunks
who
were
disturbing
the
place
.
"
He
grinned
reminiscently
.
"
Dr.
Meade
did
not
make
a
very
convincing
drunk
.
It
hurt
his
dignity
to
even
be
in
such
a
place
.
But
your
Uncle
Henry
and
old
man
Merriwether
were
excellent
.
The
stage
lost
two
great
actors
when
they
did
not
take
up
the
drama
.
They
seemed
to
enjoy
the
affair
.
I
'm
afraid
your
Uncle
Henry
has
a
black
eye
due
to
Mr.
Merriwether
's
zeal
for
his
part
.
He
--
"
The
back
door
swung
open
and
India
entered
,
followed
by
old
Dr.
Dean
,
his
long
white
hair
tumbled
,
his
worn
leather
bag
bulging
under
his
cape
.
He
nodded
briefly
but
without
words
to
those
present
and
quickly
lifted
the
bandage
from
Ashley
's
shoulder
.
"
Too
high
for
the
lung
,
"
he
said
.
"
If
it
has
n't
splintered
his
collar
bone
it
's
not
so
serious
.
Get
me
plenty
of
towels
,
ladies
,
and
cotton
if
you
have
it
,
and
some
brandy
.
"
Rhett
took
the
lamp
from
Scarlett
and
set
it
on
the
table
as
Melanie
and
India
sped
about
,
obeying
the
doctor
's
orders
.
"
You
ca
n't
do
anything
here
.
Come
into
the
parlor
by
the
fire
.
"
He
took
her
arm
and
propelled
her
from
the
room
There
was
a
gentleness
foreign
to
him
in
both
hand
and
voice
.
"
You
've
had
a
rotten
day
,
have
n't
you
?
"
She
allowed
herself
to
be
led
into
the
front
room
and
though
she
stood
on
the
hearth
rug
in
front
of
the
fire
she
began
to
shiver
.
The
bubble
of
suspicion
in
her
breast
was
swelling
larger
now
.
It
was
more
than
a
suspicion
.
It
was
almost
a
certainty
and
a
terrible
certainty
.
She
looked
up
into
Rhett
's
immobile
face
and
for
a
moment
she
could
not
speak
.
Then
:
"
Was
Frank
at
--
Belle
Watling
's
?
"
"
No
.
"
