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"Why?" Scarlett was nonplussedShe wasn't about to explain her
reasonsShe didn't see why she should have to"Because I want to,"
she said"Why?" the old man asked againScarlett's determined
green eyes met his suspicious faded blue ones"I have my reasons,"
she said"Do you object?"
"What if I do?" This was intolerableShe could not, would not go
back to CharlestonIt would be equivalent to surrenderShe had to
stay in Savannah"If you don't want me here, I'll go to my cousins
The O'Haras have already invited me Pierre Robillard'south jerked,
a travesty of a smile"You don't mind sleeping in the parlor with the
pig, I take it Scarlett's cheeks reddened
She'd always known her grandfather disapproved of her mother's
marriageHe'd never accepted Gerald O'Hara in his houseShe
wanted
to defend her father, and her cousins, from his prejudice against the
IrishIf only she didn't have this terrible suspicion that the
children brought the baby pigs into the house to play with"Never
mind," said her grandfatherIt's a matter of
supreme indifference to me He closed his eyes, dismissing her from
his sight and his attentionScarlett refrained with difficulty from
slamming the door when she left the roomWhat a horrid old man!
Still, she had gotten what she wa