It was worse than Scarlett could have
imagined"You sly old fox, Bill, that's pure genius!" Amos
exclaimed, and the men in the group laughed more loudly than before
Scarlett felt ? as if she were going to be sickNonexistent railroads
and gold mines had never concerned her, but the mothers and widows
Bill
Weller was cheating were her own peopleHe might be sending his
men
right now to Beatrice Tarleton, or Cathleen Calvert, or Dimity Munroe,
or any other woman in Clayton County who had lost a son or a brother
or
a husbandHer voice cut through the laughter like a knife"That's
the most low-down, filthy story I ever heard in my lifeYou disgust
me, Bill ? WellerAll of you disgust meWhat do you know about
Southerners-about decent people anywhere? You've never had a
decent
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hands outstretched through the thunderstruck men and women who
had
gathered around Weller, then ran, rubbing her hands on her skirts to
wipe off the stain of having touched themThe dining room and the
glittering silver dishes of elaborate food were in front of her; her
gorge rose at the mixed smells of rich, greasy sauces and spattered
spittoonsShe saw in her mind the lamplit table at the Fontaines',
the simple meal of home-cured ham and home-made corn bread and
home-grown greensShe belonged with them; they were her people,
not
these vulgar, trashy, flashy women and menScarlett turned to face
Weller and hisgroup"That's what you areGet out of my house, get out of my sight, you make me sick!"
Mamie Bart made the mistake of trying to soothe her"Come on,
honey-"
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could be touched
"Especially you, you greasy sow"Well, I never," Mamie Bart's voice
quavered"I'm damn well not going to put up with being talked to like
thisI wouldn't stay if you begged me on your knees, Scarlett
Butler A shoving, angry stampede began, and in less than ten
minutes
the rooms were empty of everything except the debris left behind
Scarlett made her way through spilled food and champagne, broken
plates
and glasses, without looking downShe must keep her head high, the
way her mother had taught herShe imagined that she was back at
Tara,
with a heavy volume of the Waverley novels balanced on her head,
and
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mother had taught herHer head was swimming and her legs
trembled,
but she climbed without pausingA lady never let it show when she
was
tired or upset"High time she did that, and then some," said the
cornetistThe octet had played waltzes from behind the palms for
many
of Scarlett's receptionsOne of the violinists spat accurately into a
potted palmLie down with dogs, get up with
fleas Above their heads Scarlett was lying face down on her
silkcovered bed, sobbing as if her heart was broken
She had thought she was going to have such a good timeLater that
night, when the house was quiet and dark, Scarlett went downstairs
for
a drink to help her sleepAll evidence of the party was gone, except
for the elaborate flower arrangements and the half-burned candles in
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Scarlett lit the candles and blew out her lampWhy should she skulk
around in near-darkness like some kind of thief? It was her house, her
brandy, and she could do as she pleasedShe selected a glass, took it
and the decanter to the table, sat in the armchair at the headIt was
her table, tooThe brandy sent a relaxing warmth through her bodyAnother drink, and my nerves should
stop
jumping around like they're doingShe filled the elegant little
cordial glass again, tossed the brandy down her throat with a deft
twist of the wristMustn't hurry, she thought, pouringShe sipped her third drink
How pretty the candlelight was, lovely golden flames reflected in the
polished tabletopThe empty glass was pretty, tooIts cut facets
made rainbows when she turned it in her fingersIt was as quiet as
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