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But
no
one
would
believe
that
.
She
would
n't
have
a
single
friend
to
take
her
part
,
not
a
single
voice
would
be
raised
to
say
:
"
I
do
n't
believe
she
was
doing
anything
wrong
.
"
She
had
outraged
old
friends
too
long
to
find
a
champion
among
them
now
.
Her
new
friends
,
suffering
in
silence
under
her
insolences
,
would
welcome
a
chance
to
blackguard
her
.
No
,
everybody
would
believe
anything
about
her
,
though
they
might
regret
that
so
fine
a
man
as
Ashley
Wilkes
was
mixed
up
in
so
dirty
an
affair
.
As
usual
they
would
cast
the
blame
upon
the
woman
and
shrug
at
the
man
's
guilt
.
And
in
this
case
they
would
be
right
.
She
had
gone
into
his
arms
.
Oh
,
she
could
stand
the
cuts
,
the
slights
,
the
covert
smiles
,
anything
the
town
might
say
,
if
she
had
to
stand
them
--
but
not
Melanie
!
Oh
,
not
Melanie
!
She
did
not
know
why
she
should
mind
Melanie
knowing
,
more
than
anyone
else
.
She
was
too
frightened
and
weighed
down
by
a
sense
of
past
guilt
to
try
to
understand
it
.
But
she
burst
into
tears
at
the
thought
of
what
would
be
in
Melanie
's
eyes
when
India
told
her
that
she
had
caught
Ashley
fondling
Scarlett
.
And
what
would
Melanie
do
when
she
knew
?
Leave
Ashley
?
What
else
could
she
do
,
with
any
dignity
?
And
what
will
Ashley
and
I
do
then
?
she
thought
frenziedly
,
the
tears
streaming
down
her
face
.
Oh
,
Ashley
will
die
of
shame
and
hate
me
for
bringing
this
on
him
.
Suddenly
her
tears
stopped
short
as
a
deadly
fear
went
through
her
heart
.
What
of
Rhett
?
What
would
he
do
?
Perhaps
he
'd
never
know
.
What
was
that
old
saying
,
that
cynical
saying
?
"
The
husband
is
always
the
last
to
find
out
.
"
Perhaps
no
one
would
tell
him
.
It
would
take
a
brave
man
to
break
such
news
to
Rhett
,
for
Rhett
had
the
reputation
for
shooting
first
and
asking
questions
afterwards
.
Please
,
God
,
do
n't
let
anybody
be
brave
enough
to
tell
him
!
But
she
remembered
the
face
of
Archie
in
the
lumber
office
,
the
cold
,
pale
eye
,
remorseless
,
full
of
hate
for
her
and
all
women
.
Archie
feared
neither
God
nor
man
and
he
hated
loose
women
.
He
had
hated
them
enough
to
kill
one
.
And
he
had
said
he
would
tell
Rhett
.
And
he
'd
tell
him
in
spite
of
all
Ashley
could
do
to
dissuade
him
.
Unless
Ashley
killed
him
,
Archie
would
tell
Rhett
,
feeling
it
his
Christian
duty
.
She
pulled
off
her
clothes
and
lay
down
on
the
bed
,
her
mind
whirling
round
and
round
.
If
she
could
only
lock
her
door
and
stay
in
this
safe
place
forever
and
ever
and
never
see
anyone
again
.
Perhaps
Rhett
would
n't
find
out
tonight
.
She
'd
say
she
had
a
headache
and
did
n't
feel
like
going
to
the
reception
.
By
morning
she
would
have
thought
up
some
excuse
to
offer
,
some
defense
that
might
hold
water
.
"
I
wo
n't
think
of
it
now
,
"
she
said
desperately
,
burying
her
face
in
the
pillow
.
"
I
wo
n't
think
of
it
now
.
I
'll
think
of
it
later
when
I
can
stand
it
.
"
She
heard
the
servants
come
back
as
night
fell
and
it
seemed
to
her
that
they
were
very
silent
as
they
moved
about
preparing
supper
.
Or
was
it
her
guilty
conscience
?
Mammy
came
to
the
door
and
knocked
but
Scarlett
sent
her
away
,
saying
she
did
not
want
any
supper
.
Time
passed
and
finally
she
heard
Rhett
coming
up
the
steps
.
She
held
herself
tensely
as
he
reached
the
upper
hall
,
gathered
all
her
strength
for
a
meeting
but
he
passed
into
his
room
.
She
breathed
easier
.
He
had
n't
heard
.
Thank
God
,
he
still
respected
her
icy
request
that
he
never
put
foot
in
her
bedroom
again
,
for
if
he
saw
her
now
,
her
face
would
give
her
away
.
She
must
gather
herself
together
enough
to
tell
him
that
she
felt
too
ill
to
go
to
the
reception
.
Well
,
there
was
time
enough
for
her
to
calm
herself
.
Or
was
there
time
?
Since
the
awful
moment
that
afternoon
,
life
had
seemed
timeless
.
She
heard
Rhett
moving
about
in
his
room
for
a
long
time
,
speaking
occasionally
to
Pork
.
Still
she
could
not
find
courage
to
call
to
him
.
She
lay
still
on
the
bed
in
the
darkness
,
shaking
.
After
a
long
time
,
he
knocked
on
her
door
and
she
said
,
trying
to
control
her
voice
:
"
Come
in
.
"
"
Am
I
actually
being
invited
into
the
sanctuary
?
"
he
questioned
,
opening
the
door
.
It
was
dark
and
she
could
not
see
his
face
.
Nor
could
she
make
anything
of
his
voice
.
He
entered
and
closed
the
door
.
"
Are
you
ready
for
the
reception
?
"
