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The
dim
room
swam
with
heat
and
pain
and
droning
flies
,
and
time
went
by
on
such
dragging
feet
Scarlett
could
scarcely
remember
the
morning
.
She
felt
as
if
she
had
been
in
this
steaming
,
dark
,
sweating
place
all
her
life
.
She
wanted
very
much
to
scream
every
time
Melanie
did
,
and
only
by
biting
her
lips
so
hard
it
infuriated
her
could
she
restrain
herself
and
drive
off
hysteria
.
Once
Wade
came
tiptoeing
up
the
stairs
and
stood
outside
the
door
,
wailing
.
"
Wade
hungwy
!
"
Scarlett
started
to
go
to
him
,
but
Melanie
whispered
:
"
Do
n't
leave
me
.
Please
.
I
can
stand
it
when
you
're
here
.
"
So
Scarlett
sent
Prissy
down
to
warm
up
the
breakfast
hominy
and
feed
him
.
For
herself
,
she
felt
that
she
could
never
eat
again
after
this
afternoon
.
The
clock
on
the
mantel
had
stopped
and
she
had
no
way
of
telling
the
time
but
as
the
heat
in
the
room
lessened
and
the
bright
pin
points
of
light
grew
duller
,
she
pulled
the
shade
aside
.
She
saw
to
her
surprise
that
it
was
late
afternoon
and
the
sun
,
a
ball
of
crimson
,
was
far
down
the
sky
.
Somehow
,
she
had
imagined
it
would
remain
broiling
hot
noon
forever
.
She
wondered
passionately
what
was
going
on
downtown
.
Had
all
the
troops
moved
out
yet
?
Had
the
Yankees
come
?
Would
the
Confederates
march
away
without
even
a
fight
?
Then
she
remembered
with
a
sick
dropping
in
her
stomach
how
few
Confederates
there
were
and
how
many
men
Sherman
had
and
how
well
fed
they
were
.
Sherman
!
The
name
of
Satan
himself
did
not
frighten
her
half
so
much
.
But
there
was
no
time
for
thinking
now
,
as
Melanie
called
for
water
,
for
a
cold
towel
on
her
head
,
to
be
fanned
,
to
have
the
flies
brushed
away
from
her
face
.
When
twilight
came
on
and
Prissy
,
scurrying
like
a
black
wraith
,
lit
a
lamp
,
Melanie
became
weaker
.
She
began
calling
for
Ashley
,
over
and
over
,
as
if
in
a
delirium
until
the
hideous
monotony
gave
Scarlett
a
fierce
desire
to
smother
her
voice
with
a
pillow
.
Perhaps
the
doctor
would
come
after
all
.
If
he
would
only
come
quickly
!
Hope
raising
its
head
,
she
turned
to
Prissy
,
and
ordered
her
to
run
quickly
to
the
Meades
'
house
and
see
if
he
were
there
or
Mrs.
Meade
.
"
And
if
he
's
not
there
,
ask
Mrs.
Meade
or
Cookie
what
to
do
.
Beg
them
to
come
!
"
Prissy
was
off
with
a
clatter
and
Scarlett
watched
her
hurrying
down
the
street
,
going
faster
than
she
had
ever
dreamed
the
worthless
child
could
move
.
After
a
prolonged
time
she
was
back
,
alone
.
