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If
he
had
said
he
loathed
her
,
she
could
not
have
been
more
frightened
.
She
plucked
at
his
sleeve
,
speechless
.
"
Scarlett
,
"
he
said
,
"
ca
n't
we
go
away
and
forget
that
we
have
ever
said
these
things
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
I
ca
n't
.
What
do
you
mean
?
Do
n't
you
want
to
--
to
marry
me
?
"
He
replied
,
"
I
'm
going
to
marry
Melanie
.
"
Somehow
she
found
that
she
was
sitting
on
the
low
velvet
chair
and
Ashley
,
on
the
hassock
at
her
feet
,
was
holding
both
her
hands
in
his
,
in
a
hard
grip
.
He
was
saying
things
--
things
that
made
no
sense
.
Her
mind
was
quite
blank
,
quite
empty
of
all
the
thoughts
that
had
surged
through
it
only
a
moment
before
,
and
his
words
made
no
more
impression
than
rain
on
glass
.
They
fell
on
unhearing
ears
,
words
that
were
swift
and
tender
and
full
of
pity
,
like
a
father
speaking
to
a
hurt
child
.
The
sound
of
Melanie
's
name
caught
in
her
consciousness
and
she
looked
into
his
crystal-gray
eyes
.
She
saw
in
them
the
old
remoteness
that
had
always
baffled
her
--
and
a
look
of
self-hatred
.
"
Father
is
to
announce
the
engagement
tonight
.
We
are
to
be
married
soon
.
I
should
have
told
you
,
but
I
thought
you
knew
.
I
thought
everyone
knew
--
had
known
for
years
.
I
never
dreamed
that
you
--
You
've
so
many
beaux
.
I
thought
Stuart
--
"
Life
and
feeling
and
comprehension
were
beginning
to
flow
back
into
her
.
"
But
you
just
said
you
cared
for
me
.
"
His
warm
hands
hurt
hers
.
