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The
unspoken
words
"
everybody
--
but
me
"
hung
in
the
air
;
but
Scarlett
,
her
mind
on
her
account
books
,
paid
no
heed
.
Rhett
raised
himself
to
a
sitting
posture
and
said
:
"
Why
are
n't
you
at
the
party
too
,
son
?
"
Wade
edged
closer
to
him
,
scuffing
one
foot
and
looking
unhappy
.
"
I
was
n't
invited
,
sir
.
"
Rhett
handed
his
watch
into
Bonnie
's
destructive
grasp
and
rose
lightly
to
his
feet
.
"
Leave
those
damned
figures
alone
,
Scarlett
.
Why
was
n't
Wade
invited
to
this
party
?
"
"
For
Heaven
's
sake
,
Rhett
!
Do
n't
bother
me
now
.
Ashley
has
gotten
these
accounts
in
an
awful
snarl
--
Oh
,
that
party
?
Well
,
I
think
it
's
nothing
unusual
that
Wade
was
n't
invited
and
I
would
n't
let
him
go
if
he
had
been
.
Do
n't
forget
that
Raoul
is
Mrs.
Merriwether
's
grandchild
and
Mrs.
Merriwether
would
as
soon
have
a
free
issue
nigger
in
her
sacred
parlor
as
one
of
us
.
"
Rhett
,
watching
Wade
's
face
with
meditative
eyes
,
saw
the
boy
flinch
.
"
Come
here
,
son
,
"
he
said
,
drawing
the
boy
to
him
.
"
Would
you
like
to
be
at
that
party
?
"
"
No
,
sir
,
"
said
Wade
bravely
but
his
eyes
fell
.
