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Often
he
did
not
come
home
at
all
or
even
send
word
that
he
would
be
away
overnight
.
Of
course
,
he
might
be
snoring
drunkenly
in
some
room
above
a
saloon
,
but
Scarlett
always
believed
that
he
was
at
Belle
Watling
's
house
on
these
occasions
.
Once
she
had
seen
Belle
in
a
store
,
a
coarse
overblown
woman
now
,
with
most
of
her
good
looks
gone
.
But
,
for
all
her
paint
and
flashy
clothes
,
she
was
buxom
and
almost
motherly
looking
.
Instead
of
dropping
her
eyes
or
glaring
defiantly
,
as
did
other
light
women
when
confronted
by
ladies
,
Belle
gave
her
stare
for
stare
,
searching
her
face
with
an
intent
,
almost
pitying
look
that
brought
a
flush
to
Scarlett
's
cheek
.
But
she
could
not
accuse
him
now
,
could
not
rage
at
him
,
demand
fidelity
or
try
to
shame
him
,
any
more
than
she
could
bring
herself
to
apologize
for
accusing
him
of
Bonnie
's
death
.
She
was
clutched
by
a
bewildered
apathy
,
an
unhappiness
that
she
could
not
understand
,
an
unhappiness
that
went
deeper
than
anything
she
had
ever
known
.
She
was
lonely
and
she
could
never
remember
being
so
lonely
before
.
Perhaps
she
had
never
had
the
time
to
be
very
lonely
until
now
.
She
was
lonely
and
afraid
and
there
was
no
one
to
whom
she
could
turn
,
no
one
except
Melanie
.
For
now
,
even
Mammy
,
her
mainstay
,
had
gone
back
to
Tara
.
Gone
permanently
.
Mammy
gave
no
explanation
for
her
departure
.
Her
tired
old
eyes
looked
sadly
at
Scarlett
when
she
asked
for
the
train
fare
home
.
To
Scarlett
's
tears
and
pleading
that
she
stay
,
Mammy
only
answered
:
"
Look
ter
me
lak
Miss
Ellen
say
ter
me
:
'
Mammy
,
come
home
.
Yo
'
wuk
done
finish
.
'
So
Ah
's
gwine
home
.
"
Rhett
,
who
had
listened
to
the
talk
,
gave
Mammy
the
money
and
patted
her
arm
.
"
You
're
right
,
Mammy
.
Miss
Ellen
is
right
.
Your
work
here
is
done
.
Go
home
.
Let
me
know
if
you
ever
need
anything
.
"
And
as
Scarlett
broke
into
renewed
indignant
commands
:
"
Hush
,
you
fool
!
Let
her
go
!
Why
should
anyone
want
to
stay
in
this
house
--
now
?
"
There
was
such
a
savage
bright
glitter
in
his
eyes
when
he
spoke
that
Scarlett
shrank
from
him
,
frightened
.
"
Dr.
Meade
,
do
you
think
he
can
--
can
have
lost
his
mind
?
"
she
questioned
afterwards
,
driven
to
the
doctor
by
her
own
sense
of
helplessness
.
"
No
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
"
but
he
's
drinking
like
a
fish
and
will
kill
himself
if
he
keeps
it
up
.
He
loved
the
child
,
Scarlett
,
and
I
guess
he
drinks
to
forget
about
her
.
Now
,
my
advice
to
you
,
Miss
,
is
to
give
him
another
baby
just
as
quickly
as
you
can
.
"
"
Hah
!
"
thought
Scarlett
bitterly
,
as
she
left
his
office
.
That
was
easier
said
than
done
.
She
would
gladly
have
another
child
,
several
children
,
if
they
would
take
that
look
out
of
Rhett
's
eyes
and
fill
up
the
aching
spaces
in
her
own
heart
.
A
boy
who
had
Rhett
's
dark
handsomeness
and
another
little
girl
.
Oh
,
for
another
girl
,
pretty
and
gay
and
willful
and
full
of
laughter
,
not
like
the
giddy-brained
Ella
.
Why
,
oh
,
why
could
n't
God
have
taken
Ella
if
He
had
to
take
one
of
her
children
?
Ella
was
no
comfort
to
her
,
now
that
Bonnie
was
gone
.
But
Rhett
did
not
seem
to
want
any
other
children
.
At
least
he
never
came
to
her
bedroom
though
now
the
door
was
never
locked
and
usually
invitingly
ajar
.
He
did
not
seem
to
care
.
He
did
not
seem
to
care
for
anything
now
except
whisky
and
that
blowzy
red-haired
woman
.
