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Mrs.
Elsing
was
on
her
feet
cramming
her
sewing
into
her
box
,
her
mouth
set
.
"
If
anyone
had
ever
told
me
that
you
could
be
so
ill
bred
,
Melly
--
No
,
I
will
not
apologize
.
India
is
right
.
Scarlett
is
a
flighty
,
fast
bit
of
baggage
.
I
ca
n't
forget
how
she
acted
during
the
war
.
And
I
ca
n't
forget
how
poor
white
trashy
she
's
acted
since
she
got
a
little
money
--
"
"
What
you
ca
n't
forget
,
"
cut
in
Melanie
,
clenching
her
small
fists
against
her
sides
,
"
is
that
she
demoted
Hugh
because
he
was
n't
smart
enough
to
run
her
mill
.
"
"
Melly
!
"
moaned
a
chorus
of
voices
.
Mrs.
Elsing
's
head
jerked
up
and
she
started
toward
the
door
.
With
her
hand
on
the
knob
of
the
front
door
,
she
stopped
and
turned
.
"
Melly
,
"
she
said
and
her
voice
softened
,
"
honey
,
this
breaks
my
heart
.
I
was
your
mother
's
best
friend
and
I
helped
Dr.
Meade
bring
you
into
this
world
and
I
've
loved
you
like
you
were
mine
.
If
it
were
something
that
mattered
it
would
n't
be
so
hard
to
hear
you
talk
like
this
.
But
about
a
woman
like
Scarlett
O'Hara
who
'd
just
as
soon
do
you
a
dirty
turn
as
the
next
of
us
--
"
Tears
had
started
in
Melanie
's
eyes
at
the
first
words
Mrs.
Elsing
spoke
,
but
her
face
hardened
when
the
old
lady
had
finished
.
"
I
want
it
understood
,
"
she
said
,
"
that
any
of
you
who
do
not
call
on
Scarlett
need
never
,
never
call
on
me
.
"
There
was
a
loud
murmur
of
voices
,
confusion
as
the
ladies
got
to
their
feet
.
Mrs.
Elsing
dropped
her
sewing
box
on
the
floor
and
came
back
into
the
room
,
her
false
fringe
jerking
awry
.
