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He
was
lounging
in
a
silk
dressing
gown
in
a
cloud
of
smoke
and
his
eyes
went
sharply
to
her
face
as
she
spoke
.
But
he
said
nothing
.
He
watched
her
in
silence
but
there
was
a
tenseness
about
his
pose
,
as
he
waited
for
her
next
words
,
that
was
lost
on
her
.
Indignation
and
despair
had
claimed
her
to
the
exclusion
of
all
other
thoughts
.
"
You
know
I
do
n't
want
any
more
children
!
I
never
wanted
any
at
all
.
Every
time
things
are
going
right
with
me
I
have
to
have
a
baby
.
Oh
,
do
n't
sit
there
and
laugh
!
You
do
n't
want
it
either
.
Oh
,
Mother
of
God
!
"
If
he
was
waiting
for
words
from
her
,
these
were
not
the
words
he
wanted
.
His
face
hardened
slightly
and
his
eyes
became
blank
.
"
Well
,
why
not
give
it
to
Miss
Melly
?
Did
n't
you
tell
me
she
was
so
misguided
as
to
want
another
baby
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
could
kill
you
!
I
wo
n't
have
it
,
I
tell
you
,
I
wo
n't
!
"
"
No
?
Pray
continue
.
"
"
Oh
,
there
are
things
to
do
.
I
'm
not
the
stupid
country
fool
I
used
to
be
.
Now
,
I
know
that
a
woman
does
n't
have
to
have
children
if
she
does
n't
want
them
!
There
are
things
--
"
He
was
on
his
feet
and
had
her
by
the
wrist
and
there
was
a
hard
,
driving
fear
in
his
face
.
"
Scarlett
,
you
fool
,
tell
me
the
truth
!
You
have
n't
done
anything
?
"
"
No
,
I
have
n't
,
but
I
'm
going
to
.
Do
you
think
I
'm
going
to
have
my
figure
ruined
all
over
again
,
just
when
I
've
gotten
my
waist
line
down
and
am
having
a
good
time
.
"
