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"
I
think
she
'll
see
me
,
"
Rhett
's
voice
floated
up
to
her
.
"
But
she
is
lying
down
now
,
Captain
Butler
,
and
wo
n't
see
anyone
.
Poor
child
,
she
is
quite
prostrated
.
She
--
"
"
I
think
she
will
see
me
.
Please
tell
her
I
am
going
away
tomorrow
and
may
be
gone
some
time
.
It
's
very
important
.
"
"
But
--
"
fluttered
Aunt
Pittypat
.
Scarlett
ran
out
into
the
hall
,
observing
with
some
astonishment
that
her
knees
were
a
little
unsteady
,
and
leaned
over
the
banisters
.
"
I
'll
be
down
terrectly
,
Rhett
,
"
she
called
.
She
had
a
glimpse
of
Aunt
Pittypat
's
plump
upturned
face
,
her
eyes
owlish
with
surprise
and
disapproval
.
Now
it
'll
be
all
over
town
that
I
conducted
myself
most
improperly
on
the
day
of
my
husband
's
funeral
,
thought
Scarlett
,
as
she
hurried
back
to
her
room
and
began
smoothing
her
hair
.
She
buttoned
her
black
basque
up
to
the
chin
and
pinned
down
the
collar
with
Pittypat
's
mourning
brooch
.
I
do
n't
look
very
pretty
she
thought
,
leaning
toward
the
mirror
,
too
white
and
scared
.
For
a
moment
her
hand
went
toward
the
lock
box
where
she
kept
her
rouge
hidden
but
she
decided
against
it
.
Poor
Pittypat
would
be
upset
in
earnest
if
she
came
downstairs
pink
and
blooming
.
She
picked
up
the
cologne
bottle
and
took
a
large
mouthful
,
carefully
rinsed
her
mouth
and
then
spit
into
the
slop
jar
.
She
rustled
down
the
stairs
toward
the
two
who
still
stood
in
the
hall
,
for
Pittypat
had
been
too
upset
by
Scarlett
's
action
to
ask
Rhett
to
sit
down
.
He
was
decorously
clad
in
black
,
his
linen
frilly
and
starched
,
and
his
manner
was
all
that
custom
demanded
from
an
old
friend
paying
a
call
of
sympathy
on
one
bereaved
.
In
fact
,
it
was
so
perfect
that
it
verged
on
the
burlesque
,
though
Pittypat
did
not
see
it
.
He
was
properly
apologetic
for
disturbing
Scarlett
and
regretted
that
in
his
rush
of
closing
up
business
before
leaving
town
he
had
been
unable
to
be
present
at
the
funeral
.
"
Whatever
possessed
him
to
come
?
"
wondered
Scarlett
.
"
He
does
n't
mean
a
word
he
's
saying
.
"
