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"
Promise
me
--
"
came
the
whisper
,
very
softly
now
.
"
Anything
,
darling
.
"
"
Captain
Butler
--
be
kind
to
him
.
He
--
loves
you
so
.
"
"
Rhett
?
"
thought
Scarlett
,
bewildered
,
and
the
words
meant
nothing
to
her
.
"
Yes
,
indeed
,
"
she
said
automatically
and
,
pressing
a
light
kiss
on
the
hand
,
laid
it
back
on
the
bed
.
"
Tell
the
ladies
to
come
in
immediately
,
"
whispered
the
doctor
as
she
passed
through
the
door
.
Through
blurred
eyes
she
saw
India
and
Pitty
follow
the
doctor
into
the
room
,
holding
their
skirts
close
to
their
sides
to
keep
them
from
rustling
.
The
door
closed
behind
them
and
the
house
was
still
.
Ashley
was
nowhere
to
be
seen
.
Scarlett
leaned
her
head
against
the
wall
,
like
a
naughty
child
in
a
corner
,
and
rubbed
her
aching
throat
.
Behind
that
door
,
Melanie
was
going
and
,
with
her
,
the
strength
upon
which
she
had
relied
unknowingly
for
so
many
years
.
Why
,
oh
,
why
,
had
she
not
realized
before
this
how
much
she
loved
and
needed
Melanie
?
But
who
would
have
thought
of
small
plain
Melanie
as
a
tower
of
strength
?
Melanie
who
was
shy
to
tears
before
strangers
,
timid
about
raising
her
voice
in
an
opinion
of
her
own
,
fearful
of
the
disapproval
of
old
ladies
,
Melanie
who
lacked
the
courage
to
say
Boo
to
a
goose
?
And
yet
--
Scarlett
's
mind
went
back
through
the
years
to
the
still
,
hot
noon
at
Tara
when
gray
smoke
curled
above
a
blue-clad
body
and
Melanie
stood
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
with
Charles
'
saber
in
her
hand
.
Scarlett
remembered
that
she
had
thought
at
the
time
:
"
How
silly
!
Melly
could
n't
even
heft
that
sword
!
"
But
now
she
knew
that
had
the
necessity
arisen
,
Melanie
would
have
charged
down
those
stairs
and
killed
the
Yankee
--
or
been
killed
herself
.
