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"
Serious
?
God
'
lmighty
,
yes
!
Do
n't
be
a
goose
.
We
're
in
the
last
ditch
.
"
"
Do
you
think
they
'll
get
to
Tara
?
"
"
Why
--
"
began
Uncle
Henry
,
irritated
at
the
feminine
mind
which
thought
only
of
personal
things
when
broad
issues
were
involved
.
Then
,
seeing
her
frightened
,
woebegone
face
,
he
softened
.
"
Of
course
they
wo
n't
.
Tara
's
five
miles
from
the
railroad
and
it
's
the
railroad
the
Yankees
want
.
You
've
got
no
more
sense
than
a
June
bug
,
Missy
.
"
He
broke
off
abruptly
.
"
I
did
n't
walk
all
this
way
here
tonight
just
to
tell
you
all
good-by
.
I
came
to
bring
Melly
some
bad
news
,
but
when
I
got
up
to
it
I
just
could
n't
tell
her
.
So
I
'm
going
to
leave
it
to
you
to
do
.
"
"
Ashley
is
n't
--
you
have
n't
heard
anything
--
that
he
's
--
dead
?
"
"
Now
,
how
would
I
be
hearing
about
Ashley
when
I
've
been
standing
in
rifle
pits
up
to
the
seat
of
my
pants
in
mud
?
"
the
old
gentleman
asked
testily
.
"
No
.
It
's
about
his
father
.
John
Wilkes
is
dead
.
"
Scarlett
sat
down
suddenly
,
the
half-wrapped
lunch
in
her
hand
.
"
I
came
to
tell
Melly
--
but
I
could
n't
.
You
must
do
it
.
And
give
her
these
.
"
He
hauled
from
his
pockets
a
heavy
gold
watch
with
dangling
seals
,
a
small
miniature
of
the
long
dead
Mrs.
Wilkes
and
a
pair
of
massive
cuff
buttons
.
At
the
sight
of
the
watch
which
she
had
seen
in
John
Wilkes
'
hands
a
thousand
times
,
the
full
realization
came
over
Scarlett
that
Ashley
's
father
was
really
dead
.
And
she
was
too
stunned
to
cry
or
to
speak
.
Uncle
Henry
fidgeted
,
coughed
and
did
not
look
at
her
,
lest
he
catch
sight
of
a
tear
that
would
upset
him
.
