"Oh, India, hush!" cried Melanie.
"Let her talk," cried Scarlett "I'm enjoying it. I always knew she hated me and she was too much of a hypocrite to admit it. If she thought anyone would admire her, she'd be walking the streets naked from dawn till dark."
India was on her feet her lean body quivering with insult.
"I do hate you," she said in a clear but trembling voice. "But it hasn't been hypocrisy that's kept me quiet It's something you can't understand, not possessing any—any common courtesy, common good breeding. It's the realization that if all of us don't hang together and submerge our own small hates, we can't expect to beat the Yankees. But you—you—you've done all you could to lower the prestige of decent people—working and bringing shame on a good husband, giving Yankees and ri
