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@@@@@There was the sound of the bell in the hall beyond the door, and a muffled sound of movementScarlett rang againAll was silence when the ringing fadedShe waited for a count of twentyA horse and buggy passed along the street behind herIf anybody saw me standing here locked out, I'd never be able to look them in the face without perishing of shame, she thought She could feel her cheeks flamingUncle Henry was right the whole wayShe wasn't being receivedAll her life she had heard of people who were so scandalous that no decent person would open the door to them, but in her wildest imagination she'd never thought it could happen to herShe was Scarlett O 'Hara, daughter of Ellen Robillard, of the Savannah RobillardsThis couldn't be happening to herI'm here to do good, too, she thought with hurt bewildermentHer eyes felt hot, a warning of tearsThen, as so often happened, she was swept by a tide of anger and outrageDamn it all, half this house belonged to her! How dare anybody lock the door against her? She banged on the door with her fist and rattled the doorknob, but the door was securely bolted"I know you're in there, India Wilkes," Scarlett shouted through the keyholeThere! I hope she had her ear to it and came to talk to you, India, and I'm not leaving until I doI'm going to sit on the porch steps until you open that door or until Ashley comes home with hiskey, take your pick Scarlett turned and gathered up the train of her skirtsShe heard the rattle of bolts behind her as she took a step, then the squeak of the hinges"For the love of heaven, come in," India whispered hoarsely "You'll make us the talk of the neighborhood Scarlett surveyed India coolly over her shoulder "Maybe you should come out and sit on the steps with me, I