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"
But
,
Rhett
,
she
ca
n't
be
dying
!
I
--
I
did
n't
and
I
--
"
"
She
has
n't
your
strength
.
She
's
never
had
any
strength
.
She
's
never
had
anything
but
heart
.
"
The
carriage
rocked
to
a
standstill
in
front
of
the
flat
little
house
and
Rhett
handed
her
out
.
Trembling
,
frightened
,
a
sudden
feeling
of
loneliness
upon
her
,
she
clasped
his
arm
.
"
You
're
coming
in
,
Rhett
?
"
"
No
,
"
he
said
and
got
back
into
the
carriage
.
She
flew
up
the
front
steps
,
across
the
porch
and
threw
open
the
door
.
There
,
in
the
yellow
lamplight
were
Ashley
,
Aunt
Pitty
and
India
.
Scarlett
thought
:
"
What
's
India
doing
here
?
Melanie
told
her
never
to
set
foot
in
this
house
again
.
"
The
three
rose
at
the
sight
of
her
,
Aunt
Pitty
biting
her
trembling
lips
to
still
them
,
India
staring
at
her
,
grief
stricken
and
without
hate
.
Ashley
looked
dull
as
a
sleepwalker
and
,
as
he
came
to
her
and
put
his
hand
upon
her
arm
,
he
spoke
like
a
sleepwalker
.
"
She
asked
for
you
,
"
he
said
.
"
She
asked
for
you
.
"
"
Can
I
see
her
now
?
"
She
turned
toward
the
closed
door
of
Melanie
's
room
.
"
No
.
Dr.
Meade
is
in
there
now
.
I
'm
glad
you
've
come
,
Scarlett
.
"
