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"
I
'm
sure
of
that
,
Miss
Melly
.
"
As
she
looked
at
him
she
thought
how
right
she
had
always
been
about
him
and
how
wrong
so
many
other
people
were
.
People
had
said
he
was
brutal
and
sneering
and
bad
mannered
and
even
dishonest
.
Though
many
of
the
nicest
people
were
now
admitting
they
had
been
wrong
.
Well
!
She
had
known
from
the
very
beginning
that
he
was
a
fine
man
.
She
had
never
received
from
him
anything
but
the
kindest
treatment
,
thoughtfulness
,
utter
respect
and
what
understanding
!
And
then
,
how
he
loved
Scarlett
!
How
sweet
of
him
to
take
this
roundabout
way
of
sparing
Scarlett
one
of
the
loads
she
carried
!
In
an
impulsive
rush
of
feeling
,
she
said
:
"
Scarlett
's
lucky
to
have
a
husband
who
's
so
nice
to
her
!
"
"
You
think
so
?
I
'm
afraid
she
would
n't
agree
with
you
,
if
she
could
hear
you
.
Besides
,
I
want
to
be
nice
to
you
too
,
Miss
Melly
.
I
'm
giving
you
more
than
I
'm
giving
Scarlett
.
"
"
Me
!
"
she
questioned
,
puzzled
.
"
Oh
,
you
mean
for
Beau
.
"
He
picked
up
his
hat
and
rose
.
He
stood
for
a
moment
looking
down
at
the
plain
,
heart-shaped
face
with
its
long
widow
's
peak
and
serious
dark
eyes
.
Such
an
unworldly
face
,
a
face
with
no
defenses
against
life
.
"
No
,
not
Beau
.
I
'm
trying
to
give
you
something
more
than
Beau
,
if
you
can
imagine
that
.
"
"
No
,
I
ca
n't
,
"
she
said
,
bewildered
again
.
"
There
's
nothing
in
the
world
more
precious
to
me
than
Beau
except
Ash
--
except
Mr.
Wilkes
.
"
Rhett
said
nothing
and
looked
down
at
her
,
his
dark
face
still
.
