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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