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He
raised
his
head
violently
and
looked
up
at
her
with
bloodshot
eyes
,
fiercely
throwing
off
her
hands
.
"
No
,
by
God
,
you
do
n't
understand
!
You
ca
n't
understand
!
You
're
--
you
're
too
good
to
understand
.
You
do
n't
believe
me
but
it
's
all
true
and
I
'm
a
dog
.
Do
you
know
why
I
did
it
?
I
was
mad
,
crazy
with
jealousy
.
She
never
cared
for
me
and
I
thought
I
could
make
her
care
.
But
she
never
cared
.
She
does
n't
love
me
.
She
never
has
She
loves
--
"
His
passionate
,
drunken
gaze
met
hers
and
he
stopped
,
mouth
open
,
as
though
for
the
first
time
he
realized
to
whom
he
was
speaking
.
Her
face
was
white
and
strained
but
her
eyes
were
steady
and
sweet
and
full
of
pity
and
unbelief
.
There
was
a
luminous
serenity
in
them
and
the
innocence
in
the
soft
brown
depths
struck
him
like
a
blow
in
the
face
,
clearing
some
of
the
alcohol
out
of
his
brain
,
halting
his
mad
,
careering
words
in
mid-flight
.
He
trailed
off
into
a
mumble
,
his
eyes
dropping
away
from
hers
,
his
lids
batting
rapidly
as
he
fought
back
to
sanity
.
"
I
'm
a
cad
,
"
he
muttered
,
dropping
his
head
tiredly
back
into
her
lap
.
"
But
not
that
big
a
cad
.
And
if
I
did
tell
you
,
you
would
n't
believe
me
,
would
you
?
You
're
too
good
to
believe
me
.
I
never
before
knew
anybody
who
was
really
good
.
You
would
n't
believe
me
,
would
you
?
"
"
No
,
I
would
n't
believe
you
,
"
said
Melanie
soothingly
,
beginning
to
stroke
his
hair
again
.
"
She
's
going
to
get
well
.
There
,
Captain
Butler
!
Do
n't
cry
!
She
's
going
to
get
well
.
"
It
was
a
pale
,
thin
woman
that
Rhett
put
on
the
Jonesboro
train
a
month
later
.
Wade
and
Ella
,
who
were
to
make
the
trip
with
her
,
were
silent
and
uneasy
at
their
mother
's
still
,
white
face
.
They
clung
close
to
Prissy
,
for
even
to
their
childish
minds
there
was
something
frightening
in
the
cold
,
impersonal
atmosphere
between
their
mother
and
their
stepfather
.
Weak
as
she
was
,
Scarlett
was
going
home
to
Tara
.
She
felt
that
she
would
stifle
if
she
stayed
in
Atlanta
another
day
,
with
her
tired
mind
forcing
itself
round
and
round
the
deeply
worn
circle
of
futile
thoughts
about
the
mess
she
was
in
.
She
was
sick
in
body
and
weary
in
mind
and
she
was
standing
like
a
lost
child
in
a
nightmare
country
in
which
there
was
no
familiar
landmark
to
guide
her
.
As
she
had
once
fled
Atlanta
before
an
invading
army
,
so
she
was
fleeing
it
again
,
pressing
her
worries
into
the
back
of
her
mind
with
her
old
defense
against
the
world
:
"
I
wo
n't
think
of
it
now
.
I
ca
n't
stand
it
if
I
do
.
I
'll
think
of
it
tomorrow
at
Tara
.
Tomorrow
's
another
day
.
"
It
seemed
that
if
she
could
only
get
back
to
the
stillness
and
the
green
cotton
fields
of
home
,
all
her
troubles
would
fall
away
and
she
would
somehow
be
able
to
mold
her
shattered
thoughts
into
something
she
could
live
by
.
Rhett
watched
the
train
until
it
was
out
of
sight
and
on
his
face
there
was
a
look
of
speculative
bitterness
that
was
not
pleasant
.
He
sighed
,
dismissed
the
carriage
and
mounting
his
horse
,
rode
down
Ivy
Street
toward
Melanie
's
house
.
