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Chapter 54

           Hadthatlightbeenburningwhenshecamehomeandhadshebeentooupsettonoticeit?OrwasRhetthomeafterall?Hecouldhavecomeinquietlythroughthekitchendoor.IfRhettwerehome,shewouldtiptoebacktobedwithoutherbrandy,muchassheneededit.Thenshewouldn’thavetofacehim.Onceinherroomshewouldbesafe,forshecouldlockthedoor.

           Shewasleaningovertopluckoffherslippers,soshemighthurrybackinsilence,whenthedining-roomdoorswungopenabruptlyandRhettstoodsilhouettedagainstthedimcandlelightbehindhim.Helookedhuge,largerthanshehadeverseenhim,aterrifyingfacelessblackbulkthatswayedslightlyonitsfeet.

           "Prayjoinme,Mrs.Butler,"hesaidandhisvoicewasalittlethick.

           Hewasdrunkandshowingitandshehadneverbeforeseenhimshowhisliquor,nomatterhowmuchhedrank.Shepausedirresolutely,sayingnothingandhisarmwentupingestureofcommand.

           "Comehere,damnyou!"hesaidroughly.

           Hemustbeverydrunk,shethoughtwithaflutteringheart.Usually,themorehedrank,themorepolishedbecamehismanners.Hesneeredmore,hiswordswereapttobemorebiting,butthemannerthataccompaniedthemwasalwayspunctilioustoopunctilious.

           "ImustneverlethimknowI’mafraidtofacehim,"shethought,and,clutchingthewrapperclosertoherthroat,shewentdownthestairswithherheadupandherheelsclackingnoisily.

           Hestoodasideandbowedherthroughthedoorwithamockerythatmadeherwince.

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