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From
the
kitchen
below
,
she
heard
the
rattle
of
china
as
Prissy
prepared
breakfast
,
but
no
sound
of
Mrs.
Meade
's
Betsy
.
The
shrill
,
melancholy
minor
of
Prissy
was
raised
,
"
Jes
'
a
few
mo
'
days
,
ter
tote
de
wee-ry
load
...
"
The
song
grated
on
Scarlett
,
its
sad
implications
frightening
her
,
and
slipping
on
a
wrapper
she
pattered
out
into
the
hall
and
to
the
back
stairs
and
shouted
:
"
Shut
up
that
singing
,
Prissy
!
"
A
sullen
"
Yas
'm
"
drifted
up
to
her
and
she
drew
a
deep
breath
,
feeling
suddenly
ashamed
of
herself
.
"
Where
's
Betsy
?
"
"
Ah
doan
know
.
She
ain
'
came
.
"
Scarlett
walked
to
Melanie
's
door
and
opened
it
a
crack
,
peering
into
the
sunny
room
.
Melanie
lay
in
bed
in
her
nightgown
,
her
eyes
closed
and
circled
with
black
,
her
heart-shaped
face
bloated
,
her
slender
body
hideous
and
distorted
.
Scarlett
wished
viciously
that
Ashley
could
see
her
now
.
She
looked
worse
than
any
pregnant
woman
she
had
ever
seen
.
As
she
looked
,
Melanie
's
eyes
opened
and
a
soft
warm
smile
lit
her
face
.
"
Come
in
,
"
she
invited
,
turning
awkwardly
on
her
side
.
"
I
've
been
awake
since
sun-up
thinking
,
and
,
Scarlett
,
there
's
something
I
want
to
ask
you
.
"
She
entered
the
room
and
sat
down
on
the
bed
that
was
glaring
with
harsh
sunshine
.
Melanie
reached
out
and
took
Scarlett
's
hand
in
a
gentle
confiding
clasp
.
"
Dear
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
'm
sorry
about
the
cannon
.
It
's
toward
Jonesboro
,
is
n't
it
?
"
Scarlett
said
"
Um
,
"
her
heart
beginning
to
beat
faster
as
the
thought
recurred
.
