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He
did
not
notice
the
disappointment
on
her
face
.
As
of
old
,
his
eyes
were
looking
through
her
and
beyond
her
,
at
something
else
,
not
seeing
her
at
all
.
"
Yes
,
keep
an
eye
on
her
,
take
care
of
her
.
She
's
so
frail
and
she
does
n't
realize
it
.
She
'll
wear
herself
out
nursing
and
sewing
.
And
she
's
so
gentle
and
timid
.
Except
for
Aunt
Pittypat
and
Uncle
Henry
and
you
,
she
has
n't
a
close
relative
in
the
world
,
except
the
Burrs
in
Macon
and
they
're
third
cousins
.
And
Aunt
Pitty
--
Scarlett
,
you
know
she
's
like
a
child
.
And
Uncle
Henry
is
an
old
man
.
Melanie
loves
you
so
much
,
not
just
because
you
were
Charlie
's
wife
,
but
because
--
well
,
because
you
're
you
and
she
loves
you
like
a
sister
.
Scarlett
,
I
have
nightmares
when
I
think
what
might
happen
to
her
if
I
were
killed
and
she
had
no
one
to
turn
to
.
Will
you
promise
?
"
She
did
not
even
hear
his
last
request
,
so
terrified
was
she
by
those
ill-omened
words
,
"
if
I
were
killed
.
"
Every
day
she
had
read
the
casualty
lists
,
read
them
with
her
heart
in
her
throat
,
knowing
that
the
world
would
end
if
anything
should
happen
to
him
.
But
always
,
always
,
she
had
an
inner
feeling
that
even
if
the
Confederate
Army
were
entirely
wiped
out
,
Ashley
would
be
spared
.
And
now
he
had
spoken
the
frightful
words
!
Goose
bumps
came
out
all
over
her
and
fear
swamped
her
,
a
superstitious
fear
she
could
not
combat
with
reason
.
She
was
Irish
enough
to
believe
in
second
sight
,
especially
where
death
premonitions
were
concerned
,
and
in
his
wide
gray
eyes
she
saw
some
deep
sadness
which
she
could
only
interpret
as
that
of
a
man
who
has
felt
the
cold
finger
on
his
shoulder
,
has
heard
the
wail
of
the
Banshee
.
"
You
must
n't
say
it
!
You
must
n't
even
think
it
.
It
's
bad
luck
to
speak
of
death
!
Oh
,
say
a
prayer
,
quickly
!
"
"
You
say
it
for
me
and
light
some
candles
,
too
,
"
he
said
,
smiling
at
the
frightened
urgency
in
her
voice
.
But
she
could
not
answer
,
so
stricken
was
she
by
the
pictures
her
mind
was
drawing
,
Ashley
lying
dead
in
the
snows
of
Virginia
,
so
far
away
from
her
.
He
went
on
speaking
and
there
was
a
quality
in
his
voice
,
a
sadness
,
a
resignation
,
that
increased
her
fear
until
every
vestige
of
anger
and
disappointment
was
blotted
out
.
"
I
'm
asking
you
for
this
reason
,
Scarlett
.
I
can
not
tell
what
will
happen
to
me
or
what
will
happen
to
any
of
us
.
But
when
the
end
comes
,
I
shall
be
far
away
from
here
,
even
if
I
am
alive
,
too
far
away
to
look
out
for
Melanie
.
"
