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I
ca
n't
go
in-I
ca
n't
,
thought
Scarlett
,
sitting
in
the
carriage
,
gripping
her
balled-up
handkerchief
.
I
ca
n't
.
I
wo
n't
.
I
will
jump
out
and
run
away
,
somewhere
,
back
home
to
Tara
.
Why
did
Rhett
force
me
to
come
here
?
What
will
people
do
?
What
will
Melanie
do
?
What
will
she
look
like
?
Oh
,
I
ca
n't
face
her
.
I
will
run
away
.
As
though
he
read
her
mind
,
Rhett
's
hand
closed
upon
her
arm
in
a
grip
that
would
leave
a
bruise
,
the
rough
grip
of
a
careless
stranger
.
"
I
've
never
known
an
Irishman
to
be
a
coward
.
Where
's
your
much-vaunted
courage
?
"
"
Rhett
,
do
please
,
let
me
go
home
and
explain
.
"
"
You
have
eternity
in
which
to
explain
and
only
one
night
to
be
a
martyr
in
the
amphitheater
.
Get
out
,
darling
,
and
let
me
see
the
lions
eat
you
.
Get
out
.
"
She
went
up
the
walk
somehow
,
the
arm
she
was
holding
as
hard
and
steady
as
granite
,
communicating
to
her
some
courage
.
By
God
,
she
could
face
them
and
she
would
.
What
were
they
but
a
bunch
of
howling
,
clawing
cats
who
were
jealous
of
her
?
She
'd
show
them
.
She
did
n't
care
what
they
thought
.
Only
Melanie
--
only
Melanie
.
They
were
on
the
porch
and
Rhett
was
bowing
right
and
left
,
his
hat
in
his
hand
,
his
voice
cool
and
soft
.
The
music
stopped
as
they
entered
and
the
crowd
of
people
seemed
to
her
confused
mind
to
surge
up
to
her
like
the
roar
of
the
sea
and
then
ebb
away
,
with
lessening
,
ever-lessening
sound
.
Was
everyone
going
to
cut
her
?
Well
,
God
's
nightgown
,
let
them
do
it
!
Her
chin
went
up
and
she
smiled
,
the
corners
of
her
eyes
crinkling
.
Before
she
could
turn
to
speak
to
those
nearest
the
door
,
someone
came
through
the
press
of
people
.
There
was
an
odd
hush
that
caught
Scarlett
's
heart
.
Then
through
the
lane
came
Melanie
on
small
feet
that
hurried
,
hurried
to
meet
Scarlett
at
the
door
,
to
speak
to
her
before
anyone
else
could
speak
.
Her
narrow
shoulders
were
squared
and
her
small
jaw
set
indignantly
and
,
for
all
her
notice
,
she
might
have
had
no
other
guest
but
Scarlett
.
She
went
to
her
side
and
slipped
an
arm
about
her
waist
.
"
What
a
lovely
dress
,
darling
,
"
she
said
in
her
small
,
clear
voice
