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"
I
mean
,
"
he
answered
,
"
what
Napoleon
--
perhaps
you
've
heard
of
him
?
--
remarked
once
,
'
God
is
on
the
side
of
the
strongest
battalion
!
'
"
and
,
turning
to
John
Wilkes
,
he
said
with
courtesy
that
was
unfeigned
:
"
You
promised
to
show
me
your
library
,
sir
.
Would
it
be
too
great
a
favor
to
ask
to
see
it
now
?
I
fear
I
must
go
back
to
Jonesboro
early
this
afternoon
where
a
bit
of
business
calls
me
.
"
He
swung
about
,
facing
the
crowd
,
clicked
his
heels
together
and
bowed
like
a
dancing
master
,
a
bow
that
was
graceful
for
so
powerful
a
man
,
and
as
full
of
impertinence
as
a
slap
in
the
face
.
Then
he
walked
across
the
lawn
with
John
Wilkes
,
his
black
head
in
the
air
,
and
the
sound
of
his
discomforting
laughter
floated
back
to
the
group
about
the
tables
.
There
was
a
startled
silence
and
then
the
buzzing
broke
out
again
.
India
rose
tiredly
from
her
seat
beneath
the
arbor
and
went
toward
the
angry
Stuart
Tarleton
.
Scarlett
could
not
hear
what
she
said
,
but
the
look
in
her
eyes
as
she
gazed
up
into
his
lowering
face
gave
Scarlett
something
like
a
twinge
of
conscience
.
It
was
the
same
look
of
belonging
that
Melanie
wore
when
she
looked
at
Ashley
,
only
Stuart
did
not
see
it
.
So
India
did
love
him
.
Scarlett
thought
for
an
instant
that
if
she
had
not
flirted
so
blatantly
with
Stuart
at
that
political
speaking
a
year
ago
,
he
might
have
married
India
long
ere
this
.
But
then
the
twinge
passed
with
the
comforting
thought
that
it
was
n't
her
fault
if
other
girls
could
n't
keep
their
men
.
Finally
Stuart
smiled
down
at
India
,
an
unwilling
smile
,
and
nodded
his
head
.
Probably
India
had
been
pleading
with
him
not
to
follow
Mr.
Butler
and
make
trouble
.
A
polite
tumult
broke
out
under
the
trees
as
the
guests
arose
,
shaking
crumbs
from
laps
.
The
married
women
called
to
nurses
and
small
children
and
gathered
their
broods
together
to
take
their
departure
,
and
groups
of
girls
started
off
,
laughing
and
talking
,
toward
the
house
to
exchange
gossip
in
the
upstairs
bedrooms
and
to
take
their
naps
.
All
the
ladies
except
Mrs.
Tarleton
moved
out
of
the
back
yard
,
leaving
the
shade
of
oaks
and
arbor
to
the
men
.
She
was
detained
by
Gerald
,
Mr.
Calvert
and
the
others
who
wanted
an
answer
from
her
about
the
horses
for
the
Troop
.
Ashley
strolled
over
to
where
Scarlett
and
Charles
sat
,
a
thoughtful
and
amused
smile
on
his
face
.
"
Arrogant
devil
,
is
n't
he
?
"
he
observed
,
looking
after
Butler
.
"
He
looks
like
one
of
the
Borgias
.
"
Scarlett
thought
quickly
but
could
remember
no
family
in
the
County
or
Atlanta
or
Savannah
by
that
name
.
"
I
do
n't
know
them
.
Is
he
kin
to
them
?
Who
are
they
?
"
An
odd
look
came
over
Charles
'
face
,
incredulity
and
shame
struggling
with
love
.
Love
triumphed
as
he
realized
that
it
was
enough
for
a
girl
to
be
sweet
and
gentle
and
beautiful
,
without
having
an
education
to
hamper
her
charms
,
and
he
made
swift
answer
:
"
The
Borgias
were
Italians
.
"
