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Chapter 512
"What on earth has the Pope to do with it?" thought Scarlett. "Or Christ's tomb, either?" But as she hurried toward the incensed group, she saw Rhett bow jauntily and start toward the doorway through the crowd. She started after him but Mrs. Elsing caught her skirt and held her. "Let him go," she said in a clear voice that carried throughout the tensely quiet room. "Let him go. He is a traitor, a speculator! He is a viper that we have nursed to our bosoms!" Rhett, standing in the hall, his hat in his hand, heard as he was intended to hear and, turning, surveyed the room for a moment. He looked pointedly at Mrs. Elsing's flat bosom, grinned suddenly and, bowing, made his exit. Mrs. Merriwether rode home in Aunt Pitty's carriage, and scarcely had the four ladies seated themselves when sh
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