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It
would
worry
her
.
"
He
held
her
in
a
grip
that
made
breathing
difficult
and
his
choking
voice
was
in
her
ear
.
"
What
will
I
do
?
I
ca
n't
--
I
ca
n't
live
without
her
!
"
"
I
ca
n't
either
,
"
she
thought
,
shuddering
away
from
the
picture
of
the
long
years
to
come
,
without
Melanie
.
But
she
caught
herself
in
a
strong
grasp
.
Ashley
was
depending
on
her
,
Melanie
was
depending
on
her
.
As
once
before
,
in
the
moonlight
at
Tara
,
drunk
,
exhausted
,
she
had
thought
:
"
Burdens
are
for
shoulders
strong
enough
to
carry
them
.
"
Well
,
her
shoulders
were
strong
and
Ashley
's
were
not
.
She
squared
her
shoulders
for
the
load
and
with
a
calmness
she
was
far
from
feeling
,
kissed
his
wet
cheek
without
fever
or
longing
or
passion
,
only
with
cool
gentleness
.
"
We
shall
manage
--
somehow
,
"
she
said
.
A
door
opened
with
sudden
violence
into
the
hall
and
Dr.
Meade
called
with
sharp
urgency
:
"
Ashley
!
Quick
!
"
"
My
God
!
She
's
gone
!
"
thought
Scarlett
.
"
And
Ashley
did
n't
get
to
tell
her
good-by
!
But
maybe
--
"
"
Hurry
!
"
she
cried
aloud
,
giving
him
a
push
,
for
he
stood
staring
like
one
stunned
.
"
Hurry
!
"
She
pulled
open
the
door
and
motioned
him
through
.
Galvanized
by
her
words
,
he
ran
into
the
hall
,
the
glove
still
clasped
closely
in
his
hand
.
She
heard
his
rapid
steps
for
a
moment
and
then
the
closing
of
a
door
.
