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"
Well
,
Miz
Wilkes
,
people
in
my
business
knows
a
heap
of
things
.
It
'd
surprise
and
shock
a
heap
of
fine
ladies
if
they
had
any
notion
how
much
we
knows
about
them
.
And
she
ai
n't
no
good
,
Miz
Wilkes
.
She
kilt
her
husband
and
that
nice
Wellburn
boy
,
same
as
if
she
shot
them
.
She
caused
it
all
,
prancin
'
about
Atlanta
by
herself
,
enticin
'
niggers
and
trash
.
Why
,
not
one
of
my
girls
--
"
"
You
must
not
say
unkind
things
about
my
sister-inlaw
.
"
Melanie
stiffened
coldly
.
Belle
put
an
eager
placating
hand
on
Melanie
's
arm
and
then
hastily
withdrew
it
.
"
Do
n't
freeze
me
,
please
,
Miz
Wilkes
.
I
could
n't
stand
it
after
you
been
so
kind
and
sweet
to
me
.
I
forgot
how
you
liked
her
and
I
'm
sorry
for
what
I
said
.
I
'm
sorry
about
poor
Mr.
Kennedy
bein
'
dead
too
.
He
was
a
nice
man
.
I
used
to
buy
some
of
the
stuff
for
my
house
from
him
and
he
always
treated
me
pleasant
.
But
Miz
Kennedy
--
well
,
she
just
ai
n't
in
the
same
class
with
you
,
Miz
Wilkes
She
's
a
mighty
cold
woman
and
I
ca
n't
help
it
if
I
think
so
...
When
are
they
goin
'
to
bury
Mr.
Kennedy
?
"
"
Tomorrow
morning
.
And
you
are
wrong
about
Mrs.
Kennedy
.
Why
,
this
very
minute
she
's
prostrated
with
grief
.
"
"
Maybe
so
,
"
said
Belle
with
evident
disbelief
.
"
Well
,
I
got
to
be
goin
'
.
I
'm
afraid
somebody
might
recognize
this
carriage
if
I
stayed
here
longer
and
that
would
n't
do
you
no
good
.
And
,
Miz
Wilkes
,
if
you
ever
see
me
on
the
street
,
you
--
you
do
n't
have
to
speak
to
me
.
I
'll
understand
.
"
"
I
shall
be
proud
to
speak
to
you
.
Proud
to
be
under
obligation
to
you
.
I
hope
--
I
hope
we
meet
again
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
Belle
.
"
That
would
n't
be
fittin
'
.
Good
night
.
"
Scarlett
sat
in
her
bedroom
,
picking
at
the
supper
tray
Mammy
had
brought
her
,
listening
to
the
wind
hurling
itself
out
of
the
night
.
The
house
was
frighteningly
still
,
quieter
even
than
when
Frank
had
lain
in
the
parlor
just
a
few
hours
before
.
Then
there
had
been
tiptoeing
feet
and
hushed
voices
,
muffled
knocks
on
the
door
,
neighbors
rustling
in
to
whisper
sympathy
and
occasional
sobs
from
Frank
's
sister
who
had
come
up
from
Jonesboro
for
the
funeral
.
