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Scarlett
relapsed
into
silence
but
she
could
not
sit
still
.
What
would
she
do
if
neither
the
doctor
nor
Prissy
got
there
in
time
?
She
walked
to
the
window
and
looked
down
the
street
and
came
back
and
sat
down
again
.
Then
she
rose
and
looked
out
of
the
window
on
the
other
side
of
the
room
.
An
hour
went
by
and
then
another
.
Noon
came
and
the
sun
was
high
and
hot
and
not
a
breath
of
air
stirred
the
dusty
leaves
.
Melanie
's
pains
were
harder
now
.
Her
long
hair
was
drenched
in
sweat
and
her
gown
stuck
in
wet
spots
to
her
body
.
Scarlett
sponged
her
face
in
silence
but
fear
was
gnawing
at
her
.
God
in
Heaven
,
suppose
the
baby
came
before
the
doctor
arrived
!
What
would
she
do
?
She
knew
less
than
nothing
of
midwifery
.
This
was
exactly
the
emergency
she
had
been
dreading
for
weeks
.
She
had
been
counting
on
Prissy
to
handle
the
situation
if
no
doctor
should
be
available
.
Prissy
knew
all
about
midwifery
.
She
'd
said
so
time
and
again
.
But
where
was
Prissy
?
Why
did
n't
she
come
?
Why
did
n't
the
doctor
come
?
She
went
to
the
window
and
looked
again
.
She
listened
hard
and
suddenly
she
wondered
if
it
were
only
her
imagination
or
if
the
sound
of
cannon
in
the
distance
had
died
away
.
If
it
were
farther
away
it
would
mean
that
the
fighting
was
nearer
Jonesboro
and
that
would
mean
--
At
last
she
saw
Prissy
coming
down
the
street
at
a
quick
trot
and
she
leaned
out
of
the
window
.
Prissy
,
looking
up
,
saw
her
and
her
mouth
opened
to
yell
.
Seeing
the
panic
written
on
the
little
black
face
and
fearing
she
might
alarm
Melanie
by
crying
out
evil
tidings
,
Scarlett
hastily
put
her
finger
to
her
lips
and
left
the
window
.
"
I
'll
get
some
cooler
water
,
"
she
said
,
looking
down
into
Melanie
's
dark
,
deep-circled
eyes
and
trying
to
smile
.
Then
she
hastily
left
the
room
,
closing
the
door
carefully
behind
her
.
Prissy
was
sitting
on
the
bottom
step
in
the
hall
,
panting
.
"
Dey
's
fightin
'
at
Jonesboro
,
Miss
Scarlett
!
Dey
say
our
gempmums
is
gittin
'
beat
.
Oh
,
Gawd
,
Miss
Scarlett
!
Whut
'll
happen
ter
Maw
an
'
Poke
?
Oh
,
Gawd
,
Miss
Scarlett
!
Whut
'll
happen
ter
us
effen
de
Yankees
gits
hyah
?
Oh
,
Gawd
--
"
Scarlett
clapped
a
hand
over
the
blubbery
mouth
.
"
For
God
's
sake
,
hush
!
"
Yes
,
what
would
happen
to
them
if
the
Yankees
came
--
what
would
happen
to
Tara
?
She
pushed
the
thought
firmly
back
into
her
mind
and
grappled
with
the
more
pressing
emergency
.
If
she
thought
of
these
things
,
she
'd
begin
to
scream
and
bawl
like
Prissy
.
"
Where
's
Dr.
Meade
?
When
's
he
coming
?
"
