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“I was at the Yankee headquarters，”she answered before she thought. His sandy brows went up in astonishment.
“But Miss Scarlett！The soldiers—Why—”
“Mary, Mother of God, let me think of a real good lie，”she prayed hastily. It would never do for Frank to suspect she had seen Rhett.Frank thought Rhett the blackest of blackguards and unsafe for decent women to speak to.
“I went there—I went there to see if—if any of the officers would buy fancy work from me to send home to their wives. I embroider very nicely.”
He sank back against the seat aghast, indignation struggling with bewilderment.
“You went to the Yankees—But Miss Scarlett！You shouldn"t. Why—why……Surely your father doesn"t know！Surely, Miss Pittypat—”
“Oh, I shall die if you tell Aunt Pittypat！”she cried in real anxiety and burst into tears. It was easy to cry, because she was so cold and miserable, but the effect was startling.Frank could not have been more embarrassed or helpless if she had suddenly begun disrobing.He clicked his tongue against his teeth several times, muttering“My！My！”and made futile gestures at her.A daring thought went through his mind that he should draw her head onto his shoulder and pat her but he had never done this to any woman and hardly knew how to go about it.Scarlett O"Hara, so high spirited and pretty, crying here in his buggy.Scarlett O"Hara, the proudest of the proud, trying to sell needlework to the Yankees.His heart burned.