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"
Shut
up
that
racket
and
talk
sense
.
The
Yankees
have
n't
come
,
you
fool
!
Did
you
see
Captain
Butler
?
What
did
he
say
?
Is
he
coming
?
"
Prissy
ceased
her
yelling
but
her
teeth
chattered
.
"
Yas
'm
,
ah
finely
foun
'
him
.
In
a
bahroom
,
lak
you
told
me
.
He
--
"
"
Never
mind
where
you
found
him
.
Is
he
coming
?
Did
you
tell
him
to
bring
his
horse
?
"
"
Lawd
,
Miss
Scarlett
,
he
say
our
gempmums
done
tuck
his
hawse
an
'
cah
'
ige
fer
a
amberlance
.
"
"
Dear
God
in
Heaven
!
"
"
But
he
comin
'
--
"
"
What
did
he
say
?
"
Prissy
had
recovered
her
breath
and
a
small
measure
of
control
but
her
eyes
still
rolled
.
"
Well
'm
,
lak
you
tole
me
,
Ah
foun
'
him
in
a
bahroom
.
Ah
stood
outside
an
'
yell
fer
him
an
'
he
come
out
.
An
'
terreckly
he
see
me
an
'
Ah
starts
tell
him
,
de
sojers
tech
off
a
sto
'
house
down
Decatur
Street
an
'
it
flame
up
an
'
he
say
Come
on
an
'
he
grab
me
an
'
we
runs
ter
Fibe
Points
an
'
he
say
den
:
What
now
?
Talk
fas
'
.
An
'
Ah
say
you
say
,
Cap'n
Butler
,
come
quick
an
'
bring
yo
'
hawse
an
'
cah
'
ige
.
Miss
Melly
done
had
a
chile
an
'
you
is
bustin
'
ter
get
outer
town
.
An
'
he
say
:
Where
all
she
studyin
'
'
bout
goin
'
?
An
'
Ah
say
:
Ah
doan
know
,
suh
,
but
you
is
boun
'
ter
go
fo
'
de
Yankees
gits
hyah
an
'
wants
him
ter
go
wid
you
.
An
'
he
laugh
an
'
say
dey
done
tuck
his
hawse
.
"
