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She
sat
down
.
"
You
do
n't
like
her
any
better
for
it
,
I
imagine
.
You
are
wondering
if
she
knows
all
about
you
and
Ashley
--
wondering
why
she
did
this
if
she
does
know
--
if
she
just
did
it
to
save
her
own
face
.
And
you
are
thinking
she
's
a
fool
for
doing
it
,
even
if
it
did
save
your
hide
but
--
"
"
I
will
not
listen
--
"
"
Yes
,
you
will
listen
.
And
I
'll
tell
you
this
to
ease
your
worry
.
Miss
Melly
is
a
fool
but
not
the
kind
you
think
.
It
was
obvious
that
someone
had
told
her
but
she
did
n't
believe
it
.
Even
if
she
saw
,
she
would
n't
believe
.
There
's
too
much
honor
in
her
to
conceive
of
dishonor
in
anyone
she
loves
.
I
do
n't
know
what
lie
Ashley
Wilkes
told
her
--
but
any
clumsy
one
would
do
,
for
she
loves
Ashley
and
she
loves
you
.
I
'm
sure
I
ca
n't
see
why
she
loves
you
but
she
does
.
Let
that
be
one
of
your
crosses
.
"
"
If
you
were
not
so
drunk
and
insulting
,
I
would
explain
everything
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
recovering
some
dignity
.
"
But
now
--
"
"
I
am
not
interested
in
your
explanations
.
I
know
the
truth
better
than
you
do
.
By
God
,
if
you
get
up
out
of
that
chair
just
once
more
--
"
And
what
I
find
more
amusing
than
even
tonight
's
comedy
is
the
fact
that
while
you
have
been
so
virtuously
denying
me
the
pleasures
of
your
bed
because
of
my
many
sins
,
you
have
been
lusting
in
your
heart
after
Ashley
Wilkes
.
'
Lusting
in
your
heart
.
'
That
's
a
good
phrase
,
is
n't
it
?
There
are
a
number
of
good
phrases
in
that
Book
,
are
n't
there
?
"
"
What
book
?
What
book
?
"
her
mind
ran
on
,
foolishly
,
irrelevantly
as
she
cast
frantic
eyes
about
the
room
,
noting
how
dully
the
massive
silver
gleamed
in
the
dim
light
,
how
frighteningly
dark
the
corners
were
.
"
And
I
was
cast
out
because
my
coarse
ardors
were
too
much
for
your
refinement
--
because
you
did
n't
want
any
more
children
.
How
bad
that
made
me
feel
,
dear
heart
!
How
it
cut
me
!
So
I
went
out
and
found
pleasant
consolation
and
left
you
to
your
refinements
.
And
you
spent
that
time
tracking
the
long-suffering
Mr.
Wilkes
.
God
damn
him
,
what
ails
him
?
He
ca
n't
be
faithful
to
his
wife
with
his
mind
or
unfaithful
with
his
body
.
Why
does
n't
he
make
up
his
mind
?
You
would
n't
object
to
having
his
children
,
would
you
--
and
passing
them
off
as
mine
?
"
