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"
De
doctah
ain
'
been
home
all
day
.
Sont
wud
he
mout
go
off
wid
de
sojers
.
Miss
Scarlett
,
Mist
'
Phil
's
'
ceased
.
"
"
Dead
?
"
"
Yas
'm
,
"
said
Prissy
,
expanding
with
importance
.
"
Talbot
,
dey
coachman
,
tole
me
.
He
wuz
shot
--
"
"
Never
mind
that
.
"
"
Ah
din
'
see
Miss
Meade
.
Cookie
say
Miss
Meade
she
washin
'
him
an
'
fixin
ter
buhy
him
fo
'
de
Yankees
gits
hyah
.
Cookie
say
effen
de
pain
get
too
bad
,
jes
'
you
put
a
knife
unner
Miss
Melly
's
bed
an
'
it
cut
de
pain
in
two
.
"
Scarlett
wanted
to
slap
her
again
for
this
helpful
information
but
Melanie
opened
wide
,
dilated
eyes
and
whispered
:
"
Dear
--
are
the
Yankees
coming
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Scarlett
stoutly
.
"
Prissy
's
a
liar
.
"
"
Yas
'm
,
Ah
sho
is
,
"
Prissy
agreed
fervently
.
"
They
're
coming
,
"
whispered
Melanie
undeceived
and
buried
her
face
in
the
pillow
.
Her
voice
came
out
muffled
.
