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She
says
she
and
Rene
will
call
,
because
Captain
Butler
kept
Rene
from
getting
hanged
.
And
I
said
if
it
had
n't
been
for
Scarlett
exposing
herself
,
Rene
would
never
have
been
in
any
danger
.
And
Father
Merriwether
intends
to
call
and
he
talks
like
he
was
in
his
dotage
and
says
he
's
grateful
to
that
scoundrel
,
even
if
I
'm
not
.
I
vow
,
since
Father
Merriwether
was
in
that
Watling
creature
's
house
he
has
acted
in
a
disgraceful
way
.
Call
,
indeed
!
I
certainly
sha
n't
call
.
Scarlett
has
outlawed
herself
by
marrying
such
a
man
.
He
was
bad
enough
when
he
was
a
speculator
during
the
war
and
making
money
out
of
our
hunger
but
now
that
he
is
hand
in
glove
with
the
Carpetbaggers
and
Scallawags
and
a
friend
--
actually
a
friend
of
that
odious
wretch
,
Governor
Bullock
--
Call
,
indeed
!
"
Mrs.
Bonnell
sighed
.
She
was
a
plump
brown
wren
of
a
woman
with
a
cheerful
face
.
"
They
'll
only
call
once
,
for
courtesy
,
Dolly
.
I
do
n't
know
that
I
blame
them
.
I
've
heard
that
all
the
men
who
were
out
that
night
intend
to
call
,
and
I
think
they
should
.
Somehow
,
it
's
hard
for
me
to
think
that
Scarlett
is
her
mother
's
child
.
I
went
to
school
with
Ellen
Robillard
in
Savannah
and
there
was
never
a
lovelier
girl
than
she
was
and
she
was
very
dear
to
me
.
If
only
her
father
had
not
opposed
her
match
with
her
cousin
,
Philippe
Robillard
!
There
was
nothing
really
wrong
with
the
boy
--
boys
must
sow
their
wild
oats
.
But
Ellen
must
run
off
and
marry
old
man
O'Hara
and
have
a
daughter
like
Scarlett
.
But
really
,
I
feel
that
I
must
call
once
out
of
memory
to
Ellen
.
"
"
Sentimental
nonsense
!
"
snorted
Mrs.
Merriwether
with
vigor
.
"
Kitty
Bonnell
,
are
you
going
to
call
on
a
woman
who
married
a
bare
year
after
her
husband
's
death
?
A
woman
--
"
"
And
she
really
killed
Mr.
Kennedy
,
"
interrupted
India
.
Her
voice
was
cool
but
acid
.
Whenever
she
thought
of
Scarlett
it
was
hard
for
her
even
to
be
polite
,
remembering
,
always
remembering
Stuart
Tarleton
.
"
And
I
have
always
thought
there
was
more
between
her
and
that
Butler
man
before
Mr.
Kennedy
was
killed
than
most
people
suspected
.
"
Before
the
ladies
could
recover
from
their
shocked
astonishment
at
her
statement
and
at
a
spinster
mentioning
such
a
matter
,
Melanie
was
standing
in
the
doorway
.
So
engrossed
had
they
been
in
their
gossip
that
they
had
not
heard
her
light
tread
and
now
,
confronted
by
their
hostess
,
they
looked
like
whispering
schoolgirls
caught
by
a
teacher
.
Alarm
was
added
to
consternation
at
the
change
in
Melanie
's
face
.
She
was
pink
with
righteous
anger
,
her
gentle
eyes
snapping
fire
,
her
nostrils
quivering
.
No
one
had
ever
seen
Melanie
angry
before
.
Not
a
lady
present
thought
her
capable
of
wrath
.
They
all
loved
her
but
they
thought
her
the
sweetest
,
most
pliable
of
young
women
,
deferential
to
her
elders
and
without
any
opinions
of
her
own
.
"
How
dare
you
,
India
?
"
she
questioned
in
a
low
voice
that
shook
.
"
Where
will
your
jealousy
lead
you
?
For
shame
!
"
India
's
face
went
white
but
her
head
was
high
.
"
I
retract
nothing
,
"
she
said
briefly
.
But
her
mind
was
seething
.
"
Jealous
,
am
I
?
"
she
thought
.
