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When
she
had
shoved
and
pushed
her
way
through
the
mob
for
a
block
beyond
Five
Points
the
crowd
thinned
a
little
and
,
gathering
up
her
skirts
,
she
began
to
run
again
.
When
she
reached
Wesley
Chapel
,
she
was
breathless
and
dizzy
and
sick
at
her
stomach
.
Her
stays
were
cutting
her
ribs
in
two
.
She
sank
down
on
the
steps
of
the
church
and
buried
her
head
in
her
hands
until
she
could
breathe
more
easily
.
If
she
could
only
get
one
deep
breath
,
way
down
in
her
abdomen
.
If
her
heart
would
only
stop
bumping
and
drumming
and
cavorting
.
If
there
were
only
someone
in
this
mad
place
to
whom
she
could
turn
.
Why
,
she
had
never
had
to
do
a
thing
for
herself
in
all
her
life
.
There
had
always
been
someone
to
do
things
for
her
,
to
look
after
her
,
shelter
and
protect
her
and
spoil
her
.
It
was
incredible
that
she
could
be
in
such
a
fix
.
Not
a
friend
,
not
a
neighbor
to
help
her
.
There
had
always
been
friends
,
neighbors
,
the
competent
hands
of
willing
slaves
.
And
now
in
this
hour
of
greatest
need
,
there
was
no
one
.
It
was
incredible
that
she
could
be
so
completely
alone
,
and
frightened
,
and
far
from
home
.
Home
!
If
she
were
only
home
,
Yankees
or
no
Yankees
.
Home
,
even
if
Ellen
was
sick
.
She
longed
for
the
sight
of
Ellen
's
sweet
face
,
for
Mammy
's
strong
arms
around
her
.
She
rose
dizzily
to
her
feet
and
started
walking
again
.
When
she
came
in
sight
of
the
house
,
she
saw
Wade
swinging
on
the
front
gate
.
When
he
saw
her
,
his
face
puckered
and
he
began
to
cry
,
holding
up
a
grubby
bruised
finger
.
"
Hurt
!
"
he
sobbed
.
"
Hurt
!
"
"
Hush
!
Hush
!
Hush
!
Or
I
'll
spank
you
.
Go
out
in
the
back
yard
and
make
mud
pies
and
do
n't
move
from
there
.
"
"
Wade
hungwy
,
"
he
sobbed
and
put
the
hurt
finger
in
his
mouth
.
"
I
do
n't
care
.
Go
in
the
back
yard
and
--
"
She
looked
up
and
saw
Prissy
leaning
out
of
the
upstairs
window
,
fright
and
worry
written
on
her
face
;
but
in
an
instant
they
were
wiped
away
in
relief
as
she
saw
her
mistress
.
Scarlett
beckoned
to
her
to
come
down
and
went
into
the
house
.
How
cool
it
was
in
the
hall
.
She
untied
her
bonnet
and
flung
it
on
the
table
,
drawing
her
forearms
across
her
wet
forehead
.
She
heard
the
upstairs
door
open
and
a
low
wailing
moan
,
wrenched
from
the
depths
of
agony
,
came
to
her
ears
.
Prissy
came
down
the
stairs
three
at
a
time
.
