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"
Wipe
your
eyes
and
get
a
fresh
pitcher
of
water
and
go
on
up
.
Sponge
her
off
.
Tell
her
I
've
gone
for
Dr.
Meade
.
"
"
Is
her
time
nigh
,
Miss
Scarlett
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
I
'm
afraid
it
is
but
I
do
n't
know
.
You
should
know
.
Go
on
up
.
"
Scarlett
caught
up
her
wide
straw
bonnet
from
the
console
table
and
jammed
it
on
her
head
.
She
looked
in
the
mirror
and
automatically
pushed
up
loose
strands
of
hair
but
she
did
not
see
her
own
reflection
.
Cold
little
ripples
of
fear
that
started
in
the
pit
of
her
stomach
were
radiating
outward
until
the
fingers
that
touched
her
cheeks
were
cold
,
though
the
rest
of
her
body
streamed
perspiration
.
She
hurried
out
of
the
house
and
into
the
heat
of
the
sun
.
It
was
blindingly
,
glaring
hot
and
as
she
hurried
down
Peachtree
Street
her
temples
began
to
throb
from
the
heat
.
From
far
down
the
street
she
could
hear
the
rise
and
fall
and
roar
of
many
voices
.
By
the
time
she
caught
sight
of
the
Leyden
house
,
she
was
beginning
to
pant
,
for
her
stays
were
tightly
laced
,
but
she
did
not
slow
her
gait
.
The
roar
of
noise
grew
louder
.
From
the
Leyden
house
down
to
Five
Points
,
the
street
seethed
with
activity
,
the
activity
of
an
anthill
just
destroyed
.
Negroes
were
running
up
and
down
the
street
,
panic
in
their
faces
;
and
on
porches
,
white
children
sat
crying
untended
.
The
street
was
crowded
with
army
wagons
and
ambulances
filled
with
wounded
and
carriages
piled
high
with
valises
and
pieces
of
furniture
.
Men
on
horseback
dashed
out
of
side
streets
pell-mell
down
Peachtree
toward
Hood
's
headquarters
.
In
front
of
the
Bonnell
house
,
old
Amos
stood
holding
the
head
of
the
carriage
horse
and
he
greeted
Scarlett
with
rolling
eyes
.
"
Ai
n't
you
gone
yit
,
Miss
Scarlett
?
We
is
goin
'
now
.
Ole
Miss
packin
'
her
bag
.
"
"
Going
?
Where
?
"
"
Gawd
knows
,
Miss.
.
Somewheres
.
De
Yankees
is
comin
'
!
"
She
hurried
on
,
not
even
saying
good-by
.
The
Yankees
were
coming
!
At
Wesley
Chapel
,
she
paused
to
catch
her
breath
and
wait
for
her
hammering
heart
to
subside
.
If
she
did
not
quiet
herself
she
would
certainly
faint
.
As
she
stood
clutching
a
lamp
post
for
support
,
she
saw
an
officer
on
horseback
come
charging
up
the
street
from
Five
Points
and
,
on
an
impulse
,
she
ran
out
into
the
street
and
waved
at
him
.
