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"
Gawdlmighty
,
Miss
Scarlett
--
"
But
under
the
determined
pressure
of
her
mistress
'
hand
she
started
down
the
steps
.
The
front
gate
clicked
and
Scarlett
cried
:
"
Run
,
you
goose
!
"
She
heard
the
patter
of
Prissy
's
feet
as
she
broke
into
a
trot
,
and
then
the
sound
died
away
on
the
soft
earth
.
After
Prissy
had
gone
,
Scarlett
went
wearily
into
the
downstairs
hall
and
lit
a
lamp
.
The
house
felt
steamingly
hot
,
as
though
it
held
in
its
walls
all
the
heat
of
the
noontide
.
Some
of
her
dullness
was
passing
now
and
her
stomach
was
clamoring
for
food
.
She
remembered
she
had
had
nothing
to
eat
since
the
night
before
except
a
spoonful
of
hominy
,
and
picking
up
the
lamp
she
went
into
the
kitchen
.
The
fire
in
the
oven
had
died
but
the
room
was
stifling
hot
.
She
found
half
a
pone
of
hard
corn
bread
in
the
skillet
and
gnawed
hungrily
on
it
while
she
looked
about
for
other
food
.
There
was
some
hominy
left
in
the
pot
and
she
ate
it
with
a
big
cooking
spoon
,
not
waiting
to
put
it
on
a
plate
.
It
needed
salt
badly
but
she
was
too
hungry
to
hunt
for
it
.
After
four
spoonfuls
of
it
,
the
heat
of
the
room
was
too
much
and
,
taking
the
lamp
in
one
hand
and
a
fragment
of
pone
in
the
other
,
she
went
out
into
the
hall
.
She
knew
she
should
go
upstairs
and
sit
beside
Melanie
.
If
anything
went
wrong
,
Melanie
would
be
too
weak
to
call
.
But
the
idea
of
returning
to
that
room
where
she
had
spent
so
many
nightmare
hours
was
repulsive
to
her
.
Even
if
Melanie
were
dying
,
she
could
n't
go
back
up
there
.
She
never
wanted
to
see
that
room
again
.
She
set
the
lamp
on
the
candle
stand
by
the
window
and
returned
to
the
front
porch
.
It
was
so
much
cooler
here
,
and
even
the
night
was
drowned
in
soft
warmth
.
She
sat
down
on
the
steps
in
the
circle
of
faint
light
thrown
by
the
lamp
and
continued
gnawing
on
the
corn
bread
.
When
she
had
finished
it
,
a
measure
of
strength
came
back
to
her
and
with
the
strength
came
again
the
pricking
of
fear
.
She
could
hear
a
humming
of
noise
far
down
the
street
,
but
what
it
portended
she
did
not
know
.
She
could
distinguish
nothing
but
a
volume
of
sound
that
rose
and
fell
.
She
strained
forward
trying
to
hear
and
soon
she
found
her
muscles
aching
from
the
tension
.
More
than
anything
in
the
world
she
yearned
to
hear
the
sound
of
hooves
and
to
see
Rhett
's
careless
,
self-confident
eyes
laughing
at
her
fears
.
Rhett
would
take
them
away
,
somewhere
.
She
did
n't
know
where
.
She
did
n't
care
.
As
she
sat
straining
her
ears
toward
town
,
a
faint
glow
appeared
above
the
trees
.
It
puzzled
her
.
She
watched
it
and
saw
it
grow
brighter
.
The
dark
sky
became
pink
and
then
dull
red
,
and
suddenly
above
the
trees
,
she
saw
a
huge
tongue
of
flame
leap
high
to
the
heavens
.
She
jumped
to
her
feet
,
her
heart
beginning
again
its
sickening
thudding
and
bumping
.
The
Yankees
had
come
!
She
knew
they
had
come
and
they
were
burning
the
town
.
The
flames
seemed
to
be
off
to
the
east
of
the
center
of
town
.
They
shot
higher
and
higher
and
widened
rapidly
into
a
broad
expanse
of
red
before
her
terrified
eyes
.
A
whole
block
must
be
burning
.
A
faint
hot
breeze
that
had
sprung
up
bore
the
smell
of
smoke
to
her
.
She
fled
up
the
stairs
to
her
own
room
and
hung
out
the
window
for
a
better
view
.
The
sky
was
a
hideous
lurid
color
and
great
swirls
of
black
smoke
went
twisting
up
to
hand
in
billowy
clouds
above
the
flames
.
The
smell
of
smoke
was
stronger
now
.
Her
mind
rushed
incoherently
here
and
there
,
thinking
how
soon
the
flames
would
spread
up
Peachtree
Street
and
burn
this
house
,
how
soon
the
Yankees
would
be
rushing
in
upon
her
,
where
she
would
run
,
what
she
would
do
.
All
the
fiends
of
hell
seemed
screaming
in
her
ears
and
her
brain
swirled
with
confusion
and
panic
so
overpowering
she
clung
to
the
window
sill
for
support
.
