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"
And
then
,
about
a
half-hour
ago
,
she
got
kind
of
quiet
,
like
she
had
a
headache
.
"
"
I
noticed
that
but
I
did
n't
pay
it
any
mind
then
.
What
do
you
suppose
ailed
her
?
"
"
I
dunno
.
Do
you
suppose
we
said
something
that
made
her
mad
?
"
They
both
thought
for
a
minute
.
"
I
ca
n't
think
of
anything
.
Besides
,
when
Scarlett
gets
mad
,
everybody
knows
it
.
She
do
n't
hold
herself
in
like
some
girls
do
.
"
"
Yes
,
that
's
what
I
like
about
her
.
She
do
n't
go
around
being
cold
and
hateful
when
she
's
mad
--
she
tells
you
about
it
.
But
it
was
something
we
did
or
said
that
made
her
shut
up
talking
and
look
sort
of
sick
.
I
could
swear
she
was
glad
to
see
us
when
we
came
and
was
aiming
to
ask
us
to
supper
.
"
"
You
do
n't
suppose
it
's
because
we
got
expelled
?
"
"
Hell
,
no
!
Do
n't
be
a
fool
.
She
laughed
like
everything
when
we
told
her
about
it
.
And
besides
Scarlett
do
n't
set
any
more
store
by
book
learning
than
we
do
.
"
Brent
turned
in
the
saddle
and
called
to
the
negro
groom
.
"
Jeems
!
"
"
Suh
?
"
