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"
She
's
always
been
jealous
because
I
loved
you
best
,
dear
.
She
'll
never
come
in
this
house
again
and
I
'll
never
put
foot
under
any
roof
that
receives
her
.
Ashley
agrees
with
me
,
but
it
's
just
about
broken
his
heart
that
his
own
sister
should
tell
such
a
--
"
At
the
mention
of
Ashley
's
name
,
Scarlett
's
overwrought
nerves
gave
way
and
she
burst
into
tears
.
Would
she
never
stop
stabbing
him
to
the
heart
?
Her
only
thought
had
been
to
make
him
happy
and
safe
but
at
every
turn
she
seemed
to
hurt
him
.
She
had
wrecked
his
life
,
broken
his
pride
and
self-respect
,
shattered
that
inner
peace
,
that
calm
based
on
integrity
.
And
now
she
had
alienated
him
from
the
sister
he
loved
so
dearly
.
To
save
her
own
reputation
and
his
wife
's
happiness
,
India
had
to
be
sacrificed
,
forced
into
the
light
of
a
lying
,
half-crazed
,
jealous
old
maid
--
India
who
was
absolutely
justified
in
every
suspicion
she
had
ever
harbored
and
every
accusing
word
she
had
uttered
.
Whenever
Ashley
looked
into
India
's
eyes
,
he
would
see
the
truth
shining
there
,
truth
and
reproach
and
the
cold
contempt
of
which
the
Wilkeses
were
masters
.
Knowing
how
Ashley
valued
honor
above
his
life
,
Scarlett
knew
he
must
be
writhing
.
He
,
like
Scarlett
,
was
forced
to
shelter
behind
Melanie
's
skirts
.
While
Scarlett
realized
the
necessity
for
this
and
knew
that
the
blame
for
his
false
position
lay
mostly
at
her
own
door
,
still
--
still
--
Womanlike
she
would
have
respected
Ashley
more
,
had
he
shot
Archie
and
admitted
everything
to
Melanie
and
the
world
.
She
knew
she
was
being
unfair
but
she
was
too
miserable
to
care
for
such
fine
points
.
Some
of
Rhett
's
taunting
words
of
contempt
came
back
to
her
and
she
wondered
if
indeed
Ashley
had
played
the
manly
part
in
this
mess
.
And
,
for
the
first
time
,
some
of
the
bright
glow
which
had
enveloped
him
since
the
first
day
she
fell
in
love
with
him
began
to
fade
imperceptibly
.
The
tarnish
of
shame
and
guilt
that
enveloped
her
spread
to
him
as
well
.
Resolutely
she
tried
to
fight
off
this
thought
but
it
only
made
her
cry
harder
.
"
Do
n't
!
Do
n't
!
"
cried
Melanie
,
dropping
her
tatting
and
flinging
herself
onto
the
sofa
and
drawing
Scarlett
's
head
down
onto
her
shoulder
.
"
I
should
n't
have
talked
about
it
all
and
distressed
you
so
.
I
know
how
dreadfully
you
must
feel
and
we
'll
never
mention
it
again
.
No
,
not
to
each
other
or
to
anybody
.
It
'll
be
as
though
it
never
happened
.
But
,
"
she
added
with
quiet
venom
,
"
I
'm
going
to
show
India
and
Mrs.
Elsing
what
's
what
.
They
need
n't
think
they
can
spread
lies
about
my
husband
and
my
sister-inlaw
.
I
'm
going
to
fix
it
so
neither
of
them
can
hold
up
their
heads
in
Atlanta
.
And
anybody
who
believes
them
or
receives
them
is
my
enemy
.
"
Scarlett
,
looking
sorrowfully
down
the
long
vista
of
years
to
come
,
knew
that
she
was
the
cause
of
a
feud
that
would
split
the
town
and
the
family
for
generations
.
Melanie
was
as
good
as
her
word
.
She
never
again
mentioned
the
subject
to
Scarlett
or
to
Ashley
.
Nor
,
for
that
matter
,
would
she
discuss
it
with
anyone
.
She
maintained
an
air
of
cool
indifference
that
could
speedily
change
to
icy
formality
if
anyone
even
dared
hint
about
the
matter
.
During
the
weeks
that
followed
her
surprise
party
,
while
Rhett
was
mysteriously
absent
and
the
town
in
a
frenzied
state
of
gossip
,
excitement
and
partisanship
,
she
gave
no
quarter
to
Scarlett
's
detractors
,
whether
they
were
her
old
friends
or
her
blood
kin
.
She
did
not
speak
,
she
acted
.
She
stuck
by
Scarlett
's
side
like
a
cocklebur
.
She
made
Scarlett
go
to
the
store
and
the
lumber
yard
,
as
usual
,
every
morning
and
she
went
with
her
.
She
insisted
that
Scarlett
go
driving
in
the
afternoons
,
little
though
Scarlett
wished
to
expose
herself
to
the
eager
curious
gaze
of
her
fellow
townspeople
.
And
Melanie
sat
in
the
carriage
beside
her
.
Melanie
took
her
calling
with
her
on
formal
afternoons
,
gently
forcing
her
into
parlors
in
which
Scarlett
had
not
sat
for
more
than
two
years
.
And
Melanie
,
with
a
fierce
"
love-me-love-my-dog
"
look
on
her
face
,
made
converse
with
astounded
hostesses
.
She
made
Scarlett
arrive
early
on
these
afternoons
and
remain
until
the
last
callers
had
gone
,
thereby
depriving
the
ladies
of
the
opportunity
for
enjoyable
group
discussion
and
speculation
,
a
matter
which
caused
some
mild
indignation
.
These
calls
were
an
especial
torment
to
Scarlett
but
she
dared
not
refuse
to
go
with
Melanie
.
She
hated
to
sit
amid
crowds
of
women
who
were
secretly
wondering
if
she
had
been
actually
taken
in
adultery
.
She
hated
the
knowledge
that
these
women
would
not
have
spoken
to
her
,
had
it
not
been
that
they
loved
Melanie
and
did
not
want
to
lose
her
friendship
.
But
Scarlett
knew
that
,
having
once
received
her
,
they
could
not
cut
her
thereafter
.
