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"Don't make a scene, ScarlettThey're wasted on me As if he could
see inside her skull, he drawled his final words"Don't count on
sharing my bed, either, Scarlett He opened the door to the street
Before she could say a word, he was goneThe door swung slowly
closed
behind himScarlett stamped her footIt was an inadequate outlet
for her anger and disappointmentWhy did he have to be so mean?
She
grimaced-half anger, half unwilling laughter-in grudging
acknowledgment
of Rhett's clevernessHe'd known what she was planning easy
enough
Well then, she'd have to be cleverer, that's allShe'd have to give
up the idea of having a baby right away, think of something elseHer
brow was furrowed when she went back to join Rhett's mother
"There
now, dear, don't be upset," Eleanor Butler said, "he'll be all right
Rhett knows the river like the back of his hand She had been
standing
near the mantel, unwilling to go into the hall and risk intruding on
Rhett's farewell to his wife"Let's go into the library, it's cozy
there, and let the servants clear the table Scarlett settled into a
high-back chair, protected from draftsNo, she said, she didn't want
a throw over her knees, she was just fine, thank you"Let me tuck
you
in, Miss Eleanor," she insisted, taking the cashmere shawl from her
"You sit down now, and ease yourself"What a dear girl you are, Scarlett, so like your darling
motherI remember how thoughtful she always was, such beautiful
mannersAll the Robillard girls were well behaved, of course, but
Ellen was special
