Scarlett ran out into the hall, observing with some astonishment that her knees were a little unsteady, and leaned over the banisters. Please tell her I am going away tomorrow and may be gone some time. "But she is lying down now, Captain Butler, and won't see anyone. "I think she'll see me," Rhett's voice floated up to her. She had not seen him since he broke the news of Frank's death to her, and now she knew, deep in her heart, that he was the one person who could help her tonight. She wondered incuriously who it was and, when a man's voice, resonant and drawling, rose above Pitty's funereal whispering, she knew. She had taken an important and melancholy pleasure in talking to the condolence callers. Some neighbor calling to discuss the funeral or to bring a blanc mange. There was the sound of greeting and an indistinguishable murmur. The knocker on the front door hammered with a dull sound that made the still house echo and she heard Aunt Pitty's waddling steps crossing the hall and the door opening.
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