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Chapter 13

           Shewenttothedoorandthrewitopen,andMelanieranin,herfaceflushedandfrightened,lookinglikeaguiltychild.

           Thereweretearsonhercheeks,herbonnetwashangingonherneckbytheribbonsandherhoopsswayingviolently.Shewasclutchingsomethinginherhand,andthereekofheavycheapperfumecameintotheroomwithher.

           "Oh,Scarlett!"shecried,shuttingthedoorandsinkingonthebed."IsAuntiehomeyet?Sheisn’t?Oh,thanktheLord!Scarlett,I’msomortifiedIcoulddie!Inearlyswoonedand,Scarlett,UnclePeteristhreateningtotellAuntPitty!"

           "Tellwhat?"

           "ThatIwastalkingtothattoMissMrs."Melaniefannedherhotfacewithherhandkerchief."Thatwomanwithredhair,namedBelleWatling!"

           "Why,Melly!"criedScarlett,soshockedshecouldonlystare.

           BelleWatlingwasthered-hairedwomanshehadseenonthestreetthefirstdayshecametoAtlantaandbynow,shewaseasilythemostnotoriouswomanintown.ManyprostituteshadflockedintoAtlanta,followingthesoldiers,butBellestoodoutabovetherest,duetoherflaminghairandthegaudy,overlyfashionabledressesshewore.ShewasseldomseenonPeachtreeStreetorinanyniceneighborhood,butwhenshedidappearrespectablewomenmadehastetocrossthestreettoremovethemselvesfromhervicinity.AndMelaniehadbeentalkingwithher.NowonderUnclePeterwasoutraged.

           "IshalldieifAuntPittyfindsout!Youknowshe’llcryandtelleverybodyintownandI’llbedisgraced,"sobbedMelanie.

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