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| “Do you think he’s
silly?” questioned Brent.
“Last Christmas you sure let
him buzz round you plenty.”
　“I couldn’t
help him buzzing,” Scarlett
shrugged negligently. “I
think he’s an awful
sissy.”
　“Besides, it
isn’t his engagement
that’s going to be
announced,” said Stuart
triumphantly. “It’s
Ashley’s to Charlie’s
sister, Miss Melanie!”
　Scarlett’s face did
not change but her lips went
white—like a person who has
received a stunning blow without
warning and who, in the first
moments of shock, does not realize
what has happened. So still was her
face as she stared at Stuart that
he, never analytic, took it for
granted that she was merely
surprised and very interested.
　“Miss Pitty told us
they hadn’t intended
announcing it till next year,
because Miss Melly hasn’t
been very well; but with all the
war talk going around, everybody in
both families thought it would be
better to get married soon. So
it’s to be announced tomorrow
night at the supper intermission.
Now, Scarlett, we’ve told you
the secret, so you’ve got to
promise to eat supper with
us.”
　“Of course I
will,” Scarlett said
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