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Chapter 532
"Because she's Charlie's sister—and like a sister to me," answered Scarlett with as much dignity as possible though her cheeks were growing hot. "You mean because she's Ashley's Wilkes' widow." Scarlett rose quickly, struggling with her anger. "I was almost on the point of forgiving you for your former boorish conduct but now I shan't do it. I wouldn't have ever let you come upon this porch at all, if I hadn't been feeling so blue and—" "Sit down and smooth your ruffled fur," he said, and his voice changed. He reached up and taking her hand pulled her back into her chair. "Why are you blue?" "Oh, I had a letter from Tara today. The Yankees are close to home and my little sister is ill with typhoid and—and—so now, even if I could go home, like I want to, Mother wouldn't let me for fear
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