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"
She
is
far
from
the
land
where
her
young
hero
sleeps
And
lovers
are
round
her
sighing
.
"
The
song
went
on
and
she
heard
stirrings
in
Pittypat
's
and
Melly
's
rooms
.
Poor
things
,
they
'd
certainly
be
upset
.
They
were
not
used
to
full-blooded
males
like
Gerald
.
When
the
song
had
finished
,
two
forms
merged
into
one
,
came
up
the
walk
and
mounted
the
steps
.
A
discreet
knock
sounded
at
the
door
.
"
I
suppose
I
must
go
down
,
"
thought
Scarlett
.
"
After
all
he
's
my
father
and
poor
Pitty
would
die
before
she
'd
go
.
"
Besides
,
she
did
n't
want
the
servants
to
see
Gerald
in
his
present
condition
.
And
if
Peter
tried
to
put
him
to
bed
,
he
might
get
unruly
.
Pork
was
the
only
one
who
knew
how
to
handle
him
.
She
pinned
the
wrapper
close
about
her
throat
,
lit
her
bedside
candle
and
hurried
down
the
dark
stairs
into
the
front
hall
.
Setting
the
candle
on
the
stand
,
she
unlocked
the
door
and
in
the
wavering
light
she
saw
Rhett
Butler
,
not
a
ruffle
disarranged
,
supporting
her
small
,
thickset
father
.
The
"
Lament
"
had
evidently
been
Gerald
's
swan
song
for
he
was
frankly
hanging
onto
his
companion
's
arm
.
His
hat
was
gone
,
his
crisp
long
hair
was
tumbled
in
a
white
mane
,
his
cravat
was
under
one
ear
,
and
there
were
liquor
stains
down
his
shirt
bosom
.
"
Your
father
,
I
believe
?
"
said
Captain
Butler
,
his
eyes
amused
in
his
swarthy
face
.
He
took
in
her
dishabille
in
one
glance
that
seemed
to
penetrate
through
her
wrapper
.
"
Bring
him
in
,
"
she
said
shortly
,
embarrassed
at
her
attire
,
infuriated
at
Gerald
for
putting
her
in
a
position
where
this
man
could
laugh
at
her
.
Rhett
propelled
Gerald
forward
.
"
Shall
I
help
you
take
him
upstairs
?
You
can
not
manage
him
.
He
's
quite
heavy
.
"
Her
mouth
fell
open
with
horror
at
the
audacity
of
his
proposal
.
Just
imagine
what
Pittypat
and
Melly
cowering
in
their
beds
would
think
,
should
Captain
Butler
come
upstairs
!
"
Mother
of
God
,
no
!
In
here
,
in
the
parlor
on
that
settee
.
"
"
The
suttee
,
did
you
say
?
"
