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She
had
run
after
him
and
he
would
have
none
of
her
.
He
preferred
a
whey-faced
little
fool
like
Melanie
to
her
.
Oh
,
far
better
that
she
had
followed
Ellen
and
Mammy
's
precepts
and
never
,
never
revealed
that
she
even
liked
him
--
better
anything
than
to
be
faced
with
this
scorching
shame
!
She
sprang
to
her
feet
,
her
hands
clenched
and
he
rose
towering
over
her
,
his
face
full
of
the
mute
misery
of
one
forced
to
face
realities
when
realities
are
agonies
.
"
I
shall
hate
you
till
I
die
,
you
cad
--
you
lowdown
--
lowdown
--
"
What
was
the
word
she
wanted
?
She
could
not
think
of
any
word
bad
enough
.
"
Scarlett
--
please
--
"
He
put
out
his
hand
toward
her
and
,
as
he
did
,
she
slapped
him
across
the
face
with
all
the
strength
she
had
.
The
noise
cracked
like
a
whip
in
the
still
room
and
suddenly
her
rage
was
gone
,
and
there
was
desolation
in
her
heart
.
The
red
mark
of
her
hand
showed
plainly
on
his
white
tired
face
.
He
said
nothing
but
lifted
her
limp
hand
to
his
lips
and
kissed
it
.
Then
he
was
gone
before
she
could
speak
again
,
closing
the
door
softly
behind
him
.
She
sat
down
again
very
suddenly
,
the
reaction
from
her
rage
making
her
knees
feel
weak
.
He
was
gone
and
the
memory
of
his
stricken
face
would
haunt
her
till
she
died
.
She
heard
the
soft
muffled
sound
of
his
footsteps
dying
away
down
the
long
hall
,
and
the
complete
enormity
of
her
actions
came
over
her
.
She
had
lost
him
forever
.
Now
he
would
hate
her
and
every
time
he
looked
at
her
he
would
remember
how
she
threw
herself
at
him
when
he
had
given
her
no
encouragement
at
all
.
"
I
'm
as
bad
as
Honey
Wilkes
,
"
she
thought
suddenly
,
and
remembered
how
everyone
,
and
she
more
than
anyone
else
,
had
laughed
contemptuously
at
Honey
's
forward
conduct
.
She
saw
Honey
's
awkward
wigglings
and
heard
her
silly
titters
as
she
hung
onto
boys
'
arms
,
and
the
thought
stung
her
to
new
rage
,
rage
at
herself
,
at
Ashley
,
at
the
world
.
Because
she
hated
herself
,
she
hated
them
all
with
the
fury
of
the
thwarted
and
humiliated
love
of
sixteen
.
Only
a
little
true
tenderness
had
been
mixed
into
her
love
.
Mostly
it
had
been
compounded
out
of
vanity
and
complacent
confidence
in
her
own
charms
.
Now
she
had
lost
and
,
greater
than
her
sense
of
loss
,
was
the
fear
that
she
had
made
a
public
spectacle
of
herself
.
Had
she
been
as
obvious
as
Honey
?
Within
two
weeks
Scarlett
had
become
a
wife
,
and
within
two
months
more
she
was
a
widow
.
She
was
soon
released
from
the
bonds
she
had
assumed
with
so
much
haste
and
so
little
thought
,
but
she
was
never
again
to
know
the
careless
freedom
of
her
unmarried
days
.
Widowhood
had
crowded
closely
on
the
heels
of
marriage
but
,
to
her
dismay
,
motherhood
soon
followed
.
