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"
I
did
not
believe
--
I
could
not
believe
that
he
would
really
be
present
,
"
answered
Melanie
unhappily
.
"
Even
though
everybody
said
--
"
"
Everybody
?
So
everybody
's
been
clacking
and
blabbing
about
me
,
have
they
?
"
cried
Scarlett
furiously
.
"
Do
you
mean
to
tell
me
if
you
'd
known
the
governor
was
going
to
be
present
,
you
would
n't
have
come
either
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Melanie
in
a
low
voice
,
her
eyes
on
the
floor
.
"
Darling
,
I
just
would
n't
have
come
.
"
"
Great
balls
of
fire
!
So
you
'd
have
insulted
me
like
everybody
else
did
!
"
"
Oh
,
mercy
!
"
cried
Melly
,
in
real
distress
.
"
I
did
n't
mean
to
hurt
you
.
You
're
my
own
sister
,
darling
,
my
own
Charlie
's
widow
and
I
--
"
She
put
a
timid
hand
on
Scarlett
's
arm
.
But
Scarlett
flung
it
off
,
wishing
fervently
that
she
could
roar
as
loudly
as
Gerald
used
to
roar
when
in
a
temper
.
But
Melanie
faced
her
wrath
.
And
as
she
looked
into
Scarlett
's
stormy
green
eyes
,
her
slight
shoulders
straightened
and
a
mantle
of
dignity
,
strangely
at
variance
with
her
childish
face
and
figure
,
fell
upon
her
.
"
I
'm
sorry
you
're
hurt
,
my
dear
,
but
I
can
not
meet
Governor
Bullock
or
any
Republican
or
any
Scallawag
.
I
will
not
meet
them
,
in
your
house
or
any
other
house
.
No
,
not
even
if
I
have
to
--
if
I
have
to
--
"
Melanie
cast
about
her
for
the
worst
thing
she
could
think
of
--
"
Not
even
if
I
have
to
be
rude
.
"
"
Are
you
criticizing
my
friends
?
"
"
No
,
dear
.
But
they
are
your
friends
and
not
mine
.
"
