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Suddenly
she
felt
very
unhappy
and
leaning
her
head
on
the
arm
of
the
chair
,
she
cried
.
One
rainy
afternoon
when
Bonnie
was
barely
past
her
first
birthday
,
Wade
moped
about
the
sitting
room
,
occasionally
going
to
the
window
and
flattening
his
nose
on
the
dripping
pane
.
He
was
a
slender
,
weedy
boy
,
small
for
his
eight
years
,
quiet
almost
to
shyness
,
never
speaking
unless
spoken
to
.
He
was
bored
and
obviously
at
loss
for
entertainment
,
for
Ella
was
busy
in
the
corner
with
her
dolls
,
Scarlett
was
at
her
secretary
muttering
to
herself
as
she
added
a
long
column
of
figures
,
and
Rhett
was
lying
on
the
floor
,
swinging
his
watch
by
its
chain
,
just
out
of
Bonnie
's
reach
.
After
Wade
had
picked
up
several
books
and
let
them
drop
with
bangs
and
sighed
deeply
,
Scarlett
turned
to
him
in
irritation
.
"
Heavens
,
Wade
!
Run
out
and
play
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
.
It
's
raining
.
"
"
Is
it
?
I
had
n't
noticed
.
Well
,
do
something
.
You
make
me
nervous
,
fidgeting
about
.
Go
tell
Pork
to
hitch
up
the
carriage
and
take
you
over
to
play
with
Beau
.
"
"
He
is
n't
home
,
"
sighed
Wade
.
"
He
's
at
Raoul
Picard
's
birthday
party
.
"
Raoul
was
the
small
son
of
Maybelle
and
Rene
Picard
--
a
detestable
little
brat
,
Scarlett
thought
,
more
like
an
ape
than
a
child
.
"
Well
,
you
can
go
to
see
anyone
you
want
to
.
Run
tell
Pork
.
"
"
Nobody
's
at
home
,
"
answered
Wade
.
"
Everybody
's
at
the
party
.
"
