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"
Doctor
,
"
said
India
,
putting
a
hand
on
his
sleeve
.
Though
her
voice
was
toneless
,
it
plead
more
loudly
than
words
.
"
Let
me
see
her
for
a
moment
.
I
've
been
here
since
this
morning
,
waiting
,
but
she
--
Let
me
see
her
for
a
moment
.
I
want
to
tell
her
--
must
tell
her
--
that
I
was
wrong
about
--
something
.
"
She
did
not
look
at
Ashley
or
Scarlett
as
she
spoke
,
but
Dr.
Meade
allowed
his
cold
glance
to
fall
on
Scarlett
.
"
I
'll
see
,
Miss
India
,
"
he
said
briefly
.
"
But
only
if
you
'll
give
me
your
word
not
to
use
up
her
strength
telling
her
you
were
wrong
.
She
knows
you
were
wrong
and
it
will
only
worry
her
to
hear
you
apologize
.
"
Pitty
began
,
timidly
:
"
Please
,
Dr.
Meade
--
"
"
Miss
Pitty
,
you
know
you
'd
scream
and
faint
.
"
Pitty
drew
up
her
stout
little
body
and
gave
the
doctor
glance
for
glance
.
Her
eyes
were
dry
and
there
was
dignity
in
every
curve
.
"
Well
,
all
right
,
honey
,
a
little
later
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
more
kindly
.
"
Come
,
Scarlett
.
"
They
tiptoed
down
the
hall
to
the
closed
door
and
the
doctor
put
his
hand
on
Scarlett
's
shoulder
in
a
hard
grip
.
"
Now
,
Miss
,
"
he
whispered
briefly
,
"
no
hysterics
and
no
deathbed
confessions
from
you
or
,
before
God
,
I
will
wring
your
neck
!
Do
n't
give
me
any
of
your
innocent
stares
.
You
know
what
I
mean
.
Miss
Melly
is
going
to
die
easily
and
you
are
n't
going
to
ease
your
own
conscience
by
telling
her
anything
about
Ashley
.
I
've
never
harmed
a
woman
yet
,
but
if
you
say
anything
now
--
you
'll
answer
to
me
.
"
