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"
Oh
,
Scarlett
,
what
--
"
began
Aunt
Pitty
,
her
fat
,
child
's
mouth
shaking
.
"
Do
n't
speak
to
me
or
I
'll
scream
,
"
said
Scarlett
.
Overwrought
nerves
brought
sharpness
to
her
voice
and
her
hands
clenched
at
her
sides
.
The
thought
of
speaking
of
Melanie
now
,
of
making
the
inevitable
arrangements
that
follow
a
death
made
her
throat
tighten
.
"
I
do
n't
want
a
word
out
of
either
of
you
.
"
At
the
authoritative
note
in
her
voice
,
they
fell
back
,
helpless
hurt
looks
on
their
faces
.
"
I
must
n't
cry
in
front
of
them
,
"
she
thought
.
"
I
must
n't
break
now
or
they
'll
begin
crying
too
,
and
then
the
darkies
will
begin
screaming
and
we
'll
all
go
mad
.
I
must
pull
myself
together
.
There
's
so
much
I
'll
have
to
do
.
See
the
undertaker
and
arrange
the
funeral
and
see
that
the
house
is
clean
and
be
here
to
talk
to
people
who
'll
cry
on
my
neck
.
Ashley
ca
n't
do
them
.
I
've
got
to
do
them
.
Oh
,
what
a
weary
load
!
It
's
always
been
a
weary
load
and
always
some
one
else
's
load
!
"
She
looked
at
the
dazed
hurt
faces
of
India
and
Pitty
and
contrition
swept
her
.
Melanie
would
not
like
her
to
be
so
sharp
with
those
who
loved
her
.
"
I
'm
sorry
I
was
cross
,
"
she
said
,
speaking
with
difficulty
.
"
It
's
just
that
I
--
I
'm
sorry
I
was
cross
,
Auntie
.
I
'm
going
out
on
the
porch
for
a
minute
.
I
've
got
to
be
alone
.
Then
I
'll
come
back
and
we
'll
--
"
She
patted
Aunt
Pitty
and
went
swiftly
by
her
to
the
front
door
,
knowing
if
she
stayed
in
this
room
another
minute
her
control
would
crack
.
She
had
to
be
alone
.
And
she
had
to
cry
or
her
heart
would
break
.
She
stepped
onto
the
dark
porch
and
closed
the
door
behind
her
and
the
moist
night
air
was
cool
upon
her
face
.
The
rain
had
ceased
and
there
was
no
sound
except
for
the
occasional
drip
of
water
from
the
eaves
.
The
world
was
wrapped
in
a
thick
mist
,
a
faintly
chill
mist
that
bore
on
its
breath
the
smell
of
the
dying
year
.
All
the
houses
across
the
street
were
dark
except
one
,
and
the
light
from
a
lamp
in
the
window
,
falling
into
the
street
,
struggled
feebly
with
the
fog
,
golden
particles
floating
in
its
rays
.
It
was
as
if
the
whole
world
were
enveloped
in
an
unmoving
blanket
of
gray
smoke
.
And
the
whole
world
was
still
.
She
leaned
her
head
against
one
of
the
uprights
of
the
porch
and
prepared
to
cry
but
no
tears
came
.
This
was
a
calamity
too
deep
for
tears
.
Her
body
shook
.
There
still
reverberated
in
her
mind
the
crashes
of
the
two
impregnable
citadels
of
her
life
,
thundering
to
dust
about
her
ears
.
She
stood
for
a
while
,
trying
to
summon
up
her
old
charm
:
"
I
'll
think
of
all
this
tomorrow
when
I
can
stand
it
better
.
"
But
the
charm
had
lost
its
potency
.
She
had
to
think
of
two
things
,
now
--
Melanie
and
how
much
she
loved
and
needed
her
;
Ashley
and
the
obstinate
blindness
that
had
made
her
refuse
to
see
him
as
he
really
was
.
And
she
knew
that
thoughts
of
them
would
hurt
just
as
much
tomorrow
and
all
the
tomorrows
of
her
life
.
