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"
Well
,
I
'm
not
,
"
said
Scarlett
impatiently
.
"
You
fetch
me
my
shawl
.
"
Mammy
waddled
back
into
the
hall
and
Scarlett
heard
her
call
softly
up
the
stairwell
to
the
upstairs
maid
.
"
You
,
Rosa
!
Drap
me
Miss
Scarlett
's
shawl
.
"
Then
,
more
loudly
:
"
Wuthless
nigger
!
She
ain
'
never
whar
she
does
nobody
no
good
.
Now
,
Ah
got
ter
climb
up
an
'
git
it
mahseff
.
"
Scarlett
heard
the
stairs
groan
and
she
got
softly
to
her
feet
.
When
Mammy
returned
she
would
resume
her
lecture
on
Scarlett
's
breach
of
hospitality
,
and
Scarlett
felt
that
she
could
not
endure
prating
about
such
a
trivial
matter
when
her
heart
was
breaking
.
As
she
stood
,
hesitant
,
wondering
where
she
could
hide
until
the
ache
in
her
breast
subsided
a
little
,
a
thought
came
to
her
,
bringing
a
small
ray
of
hope
.
Her
father
had
ridden
over
to
Twelve
Oaks
,
the
Wilkes
plantation
,
that
afternoon
to
offer
to
buy
Dilcey
,
the
broad
wife
of
his
valet
,
Pork
.
Dilcey
was
head
woman
and
midwife
at
Twelve
Oaks
,
and
,
since
the
marriage
six
months
ago
,
Pork
had
deviled
his
master
night
and
day
to
buy
Dilcey
,
so
the
two
could
live
on
the
same
plantation
.
That
afternoon
,
Gerald
,
his
resistance
worn
thin
,
had
set
out
to
make
an
offer
for
Dilcey
.
Surely
,
thought
Scarlett
,
Pa
will
know
whether
this
awful
story
is
true
.
Even
if
he
has
n't
actually
heard
anything
this
afternoon
,
perhaps
he
's
noticed
something
,
sensed
some
excitement
in
the
Wilkes
family
.
If
I
can
just
see
him
privately
before
supper
,
perhaps
I
'll
find
out
the
truth
--
that
it
's
just
one
of
the
twins
'
nasty
practical
jokes
.
It
was
time
for
Gerald
's
return
and
,
if
she
expected
to
see
him
alone
,
there
was
nothing
for
her
to
do
except
meet
him
where
the
driveway
entered
the
road
.
She
went
quietly
down
the
front
steps
,
looking
carefully
over
her
shoulder
to
make
sure
Mammy
was
not
observing
her
from
the
upstairs
windows
.
Seeing
no
broad
black
face
,
turbaned
in
snowy
white
,
peering
disapprovingly
from
between
fluttering
curtains
,
she
boldly
snatched
up
her
green
flowered
skirts
and
sped
down
the
path
toward
the
driveway
as
fast
as
her
small
ribbon-laced
slippers
would
carry
her
.
The
dark
cedars
on
either
side
of
the
graveled
drive
met
in
an
arch
overhead
,
turning
the
long
avenue
into
a
dim
tunnel
.
As
soon
as
she
was
beneath
the
gnarled
arms
of
the
cedars
,
she
knew
she
was
safe
from
observation
from
the
house
and
she
slowed
her
swift
pace
.
She
was
panting
,
for
her
stays
were
laced
too
tightly
to
permit
much
running
,
but
she
walked
on
as
rapidly
as
she
could
.
Soon
she
was
at
the
end
of
the
driveway
and
out
on
the
main
road
,
but
she
did
not
stop
until
she
had
rounded
a
curve
that
put
a
large
clump
of
trees
between
her
and
the
house
.
Flushed
and
breathing
hard
,
she
sat
down
on
a
stump
to
wait
for
her
father
.
It
was
past
time
for
him
to
come
home
,
but
she
was
glad
that
he
was
late
.
The
delay
would
give
her
time
to
quiet
her
breathing
and
calm
her
face
so
that
his
suspicions
would
not
be
aroused
.
Every
moment
she
expected
to
hear
the
pounding
of
his
horse
's
hooves
and
see
him
come
charging
up
the
hill
at
his
usual
breakneck
speed
.
But
the
minutes
slipped
by
and
Gerald
did
not
come
.
She
looked
down
the
road
for
him
,
the
pain
in
her
heart
swelling
up
again
.
