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"
I
'm
so
sorry
but
I
have
a
headache
.
"
How
odd
that
her
voice
sounded
natural
!
Thank
God
for
the
dark
!
"
I
do
n't
believe
I
'll
go
.
You
go
,
Rhett
,
and
give
Melanie
my
regrets
.
"
There
was
a
long
pause
and
he
spoke
drawlingly
,
bitingly
in
the
dark
.
"
What
a
white
livered
,
cowardly
little
bitch
you
are
.
"
He
knew
!
She
lay
shaking
,
unable
to
speak
.
She
heard
him
fumble
in
the
dark
,
strike
a
match
and
the
room
sprang
into
light
.
He
walked
over
to
the
bed
and
looked
down
at
her
.
She
saw
that
he
was
in
evening
clothes
.
"
Get
up
,
"
he
said
and
there
was
nothing
in
his
voice
.
"
We
are
going
to
the
reception
.
You
will
have
to
hurry
.
"
"
Oh
,
Rhett
,
I
ca
n't
.
You
see
--
"
"
I
can
see
.
Get
up
.
"
"
Rhett
,
did
Archie
dare
--
"
"
Archie
dared
.
A
very
brave
man
,
Archie
.
"
"
You
should
have
killed
him
for
telling
lies
--
"
