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"
Will
you
be
an
angel
?
India
was
unable
to
come
tonight
and
assist
me
.
Will
you
receive
with
me
?
"
Safe
in
her
room
again
,
Scarlett
fell
on
the
bed
,
careless
of
her
moire
dress
,
bustle
and
roses
.
For
a
time
she
could
only
lie
still
and
think
of
standing
between
Melanie
and
Ashley
,
greeting
guests
.
What
a
horror
!
She
would
face
Sherman
's
army
again
rather
than
repeat
that
performance
!
After
a
time
,
she
rose
from
the
bed
and
nervously
paced
the
floor
,
shedding
garments
as
she
walked
.
Reaction
from
strain
set
in
and
she
began
to
shake
.
Hairpins
slipped
out
of
her
fingers
and
tinkled
to
the
floor
and
when
she
tried
to
give
her
hair
its
customary
hundred
strokes
,
she
banged
the
back
of
the
brush
hurtingly
against
her
temple
.
A
dozen
times
she
tiptoed
to
the
door
to
listen
for
noises
downstairs
but
the
hall
below
lay
like
a
black
silent
pit
.
Rhett
had
sent
her
home
alone
in
the
carriage
when
the
party
was
over
and
she
had
thanked
God
for
the
reprieve
.
He
had
not
come
in
yet
.
Thank
God
,
he
had
not
come
in
.
She
could
not
face
him
tonight
,
shamed
,
frightened
,
shaking
.
But
where
was
he
?
Probably
at
that
creature
's
place
.
For
the
first
time
,
Scarlett
was
glad
there
was
such
a
person
as
Belle
Watling
.
Glad
there
was
some
other
place
than
this
house
to
shelter
Rhett
until
his
glittering
,
murderous
mood
had
passed
.
That
was
wrong
,
being
glad
a
husband
was
at
the
house
of
a
prostitute
,
but
she
could
not
help
it
.
She
would
be
almost
glad
if
he
were
dead
,
if
it
meant
she
would
not
have
to
see
him
tonight
.
Tomorrow
--
well
,
tomorrow
was
another
day
.
Tomorrow
she
would
think
of
some
excuse
,
some
counter
accusations
,
some
way
of
putting
Rhett
in
the
wrong
.
Tomorrow
the
memory
of
this
hideous
night
would
not
be
driving
her
so
fiercely
that
she
shook
.
Tomorrow
she
would
not
be
so
haunted
by
the
memory
of
Ashley
's
face
,
his
broken
pride
and
his
shame
--
shame
that
she
had
caused
,
shame
in
which
he
had
so
little
part
.
Would
he
hate
her
now
,
her
darling
honorable
Ashley
,
because
she
had
shamed
him
?
Of
course
he
would
hate
her
now
--
now
that
they
had
both
been
saved
by
the
indignant
squaring
of
Melanie
's
thin
shoulders
and
the
love
and
outspoken
trust
which
had
been
in
her
voice
as
she
crossed
the
glassy
floor
to
slip
her
arm
through
Scarlett
's
and
face
the
curious
,
malicious
,
covertly
hostile
crowd
.
How
neatly
Melanie
had
scotched
the
scandal
,
keeping
Scarlett
at
her
side
all
through
the
dreadful
evening
!
People
had
been
a
bit
cool
,
somewhat
bewildered
,
but
they
had
been
polite
.
Oh
,
the
ignominy
of
it
all
,
to
be
sheltered
behind
Melanie
's
skirts
from
those
who
hated
her
,
who
would
have
torn
her
to
bits
with
their
whispers
!
To
be
sheltered
by
Melanie
's
blind
trust
,
Melanie
of
all
people
!
Scarlett
shook
as
with
a
chill
at
the
thought
.
She
must
have
a
drink
,
a
number
of
drinks
before
she
could
lie
down
and
hope
to
sleep
.
She
threw
a
wrapper
about
her
gown
and
went
hastily
out
into
the
dark
hall
,
her
backless
slippers
making
a
great
clatter
in
the
stillness
.
She
was
halfway
down
the
stairs
before
she
looked
toward
the
closed
door
of
the
dining
room
and
saw
a
narrow
line
of
light
streaming
from
under
it
.
Her
heart
stopped
for
a
moment
.
Had
that
light
been
burning
when
she
came
home
and
had
she
been
too
upset
to
notice
it
?
Or
was
Rhett
home
after
all
?
He
could
have
come
in
quietly
through
the
kitchen
door
.
If
Rhett
were
home
,
she
would
tiptoe
back
to
bed
without
her
brandy
,
much
as
she
needed
it
.
Then
she
would
n't
have
to
face
him
.
Once
in
her
room
she
would
be
safe
,
for
she
could
lock
the
door
.
She
was
leaning
over
to
pluck
off
her
slippers
,
so
she
might
hurry
back
in
silence
,
when
the
dining-room
door
swung
open
abruptly
and
Rhett
stood
silhouetted
against
the
dim
candlelight
behind
him
.
He
looked
huge
,
larger
than
she
had
ever
seen
him
,
a
terrifying
faceless
black
bulk
that
swayed
slightly
on
its
feet
.
