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"
Regret
to
inform
you
Major
Wilkes
missing
since
scouting
expedition
three
days
ago
.
Will
keep
you
informed
.
"
It
was
a
ghastly
trip
home
,
with
Aunt
Pitty
crying
into
her
handkerchief
,
Melanie
sitting
erect
and
white
and
Scarlett
slumped
,
stunned
in
the
corner
of
the
carriage
.
Once
in
the
house
,
Scarlett
stumbled
up
the
stairs
to
her
bedroom
and
,
clutching
her
Rosary
from
the
table
,
dropped
to
her
knees
and
tried
to
pray
.
But
the
prayers
would
not
come
.
There
only
fell
on
her
an
abysmal
fear
,
a
certain
knowledge
that
God
had
turned
His
face
from
her
for
her
sin
.
She
had
loved
a
married
man
and
tried
to
take
him
from
his
wife
,
and
God
had
punished
her
by
killing
him
.
She
wanted
to
pray
but
she
could
not
raise
her
eyes
to
Heaven
.
She
wanted
to
cry
but
the
tears
would
not
come
.
They
seemed
to
flood
her
chest
,
and
they
were
hot
tears
that
burned
under
her
bosom
,
but
they
would
not
flow
.
Her
door
opened
and
Melanie
entered
.
Her
face
was
like
a
heart
cut
from
white
paper
,
framed
against
black
hair
,
and
her
eyes
were
wide
,
like
those
of
a
frightened
child
lost
in
the
dark
.
"
Scarlett
,
"
she
said
,
putting
out
her
hands
.
"
You
must
forgive
me
for
what
I
said
yesterday
,
for
you
're
--
all
I
've
got
now
.
Oh
,
Scarlett
,
I
know
my
darling
is
dead
!
"
Somehow
,
she
was
in
Scarlett
's
arms
,
her
small
breasts
heaving
with
sobs
,
and
somehow
they
were
lying
on
the
bed
,
holding
each
other
close
,
and
Scarlett
was
crying
too
,
crying
with
her
face
pressed
close
against
Melanie
's
,
the
tears
of
one
wetting
the
cheeks
of
the
other
.
It
hurt
so
terribly
to
cry
,
but
not
so
much
as
not
being
able
to
cry
.
Ashley
is
dead
--
dead
,
she
thought
,
and
I
have
killed
him
by
loving
him
!
Fresh
sobs
broke
from
her
,
and
Melanie
somehow
feeling
comfort
in
her
tears
tightened
her
arms
about
her
neck
.
"
At
least
,
"
she
whispered
,
"
at
least
--
I
've
got
his
baby
.
"
"
And
I
,
"
thought
Scarlett
,
too
stricken
now
for
anything
so
petty
as
jealousy
,
"
I
've
got
nothing
--
nothing
--
nothing
except
the
look
on
his
face
when
he
told
me
good-by
.
"
The
first
reports
were
"
Missing
--
believed
killed
"
and
so
they
appeared
on
the
casualty
list
.
Melanie
telegraphed
Colonel
Sloan
a
dozen
times
and
finally
a
letter
arrived
,
full
of
sympathy
,
explaining
that
Ashley
and
a
squad
had
ridden
out
on
a
scouting
expedition
and
had
not
returned
.
There
had
been
reports
of
a
slight
skirmish
within
the
Yankee
lines
and
Mose
,
frantic
with
grief
,
had
risked
his
own
life
to
search
for
Ashley
's
body
but
had
found
nothing
.
Melanie
,
strangely
calm
now
,
telegraphed
him
money
and
instructions
to
come
home
.
When
"
Missing
--
believed
captured
"
appeared
on
the
casualty
lists
,
joy
and
hope
reanimated
the
sad
household
.
Melanie
could
hardly
be
dragged
away
from
the
telegraph
office
and
she
met
every
train
hoping
for
letters
.
She
was
sick
now
,
her
pregnancy
making
itself
felt
in
many
unpleasant
ways
,
but
she
refused
to
obey
Dr.
Meade
's
commands
and
stay
in
bed
.
A
feverish
energy
possessed
her
and
would
not
let
her
be
still
;
and
at
night
,
long
after
Scarlett
had
gone
to
bed
,
she
could
hear
her
walking
the
floor
in
the
next
room
.
