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"
Take
it
,
"
whispered
Melly
,
and
Scarlett
snatched
it
from
her
.
The
Ws
.
Where
were
the
Ws
?
Oh
,
there
they
were
at
the
bottom
and
all
smeared
up
.
"
White
,
"
she
read
and
her
voice
shook
,
"
Wilkens
...
Winn
...
Zebulon
...
Oh
,
Melly
,
he
's
not
on
it
!
He
's
not
on
it
!
Oh
,
for
God
's
sake
,
Auntie
,
Melly
,
pick
up
the
salts
!
Hold
her
up
,
Melly
.
"
Melly
,
weeping
openly
with
happiness
,
steadied
Miss
Pitty
's
rolling
head
and
held
the
smelling
salts
under
her
nose
.
Scarlett
braced
the
fat
old
lady
on
the
other
side
,
her
heart
singing
with
joy
.
Ashley
was
alive
.
He
was
n't
even
wounded
.
How
good
God
was
to
pass
him
by
!
How
--
She
heard
a
low
moan
and
,
turning
,
saw
Fanny
Elsing
lay
her
head
on
her
mother
's
bosom
,
saw
the
casualty
list
flutter
to
the
floor
of
the
carriage
,
saw
Mrs.
Elsing
's
thin
lips
quiver
as
she
gathered
her
daughter
in
her
arms
and
said
quietly
to
the
coachman
:
"
Home
.
Quickly
.
"
Scarlett
took
a
quick
glance
at
the
lists
.
Hugh
Elsing
was
not
listed
.
Fanny
must
have
had
a
beau
and
now
he
was
dead
.
The
crowd
made
way
in
sympathetic
silence
for
the
Elsings
'
carriage
,
and
after
them
followed
the
little
wicker
pony
cart
of
the
McLure
girls
.
Miss
Faith
was
driving
,
her
face
like
a
rock
,
and
for
once
,
her
teeth
were
covered
by
her
lips
.
Miss
Hope
,
death
in
her
face
,
sat
erect
beside
her
,
holding
her
sister
's
skirt
in
a
tight
grasp
.
They
looked
like
very
old
women
.
Their
young
brother
Dallas
was
their
darling
and
the
only
relative
the
maiden
ladies
had
in
the
world
.
Dallas
was
gone
.
"
Melly
!
Melly
!
"
cried
Maybelle
,
joy
in
her
voice
,
"
Rene
is
safe
!
And
Ashley
,
too
!
Oh
,
thank
God
!
"
The
shawl
had
slipped
from
her
shoulders
and
her
condition
was
most
obvious
but
,
for
once
,
neither
she
nor
Mrs.
Merriwether
cared
.
"
Oh
,
Mrs.
Meade
!
Rene
--
"
Her
voice
changed
,
swiftly
,
"
Melly
,
look
!
--
Mrs.
Meade
,
please
!
Darcy
is
n't
--
?
"
Mrs.
Meade
was
looking
down
into
her
lap
and
she
did
not
raise
her
head
when
her
name
was
called
,
but
the
face
of
little
Phil
beside
her
was
an
open
book
that
all
might
read
.
"
There
,
there
,
Mother
,
"
he
said
,
helplessly
.
Mrs.
Meade
looked
up
,
meeting
Melanie
's
eyes
.
"
He
wo
n't
need
those
boots
now
,
"
she
said
.
"
Oh
,
darling
!
"
cried
Melly
,
beginning
to
sob
,
as
she
shoved
Aunt
Pitty
onto
Scarlett
's
shoulder
and
scrambled
out
of
the
carriage
and
toward
that
of
the
doctor
's
wife
.
"
Mother
,
you
've
still
got
me
,
"
said
Phil
,
in
a
forlorn
effort
at
comforting
the
white-faced
woman
beside
him
.
"
And
if
you
'll
just
let
me
,
I
'll
go
kill
all
the
Yank
--
"
