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But
she
could
not
bring
herself
to
go
back
into
that
room
just
yet
.
She
ran
down
the
stairs
with
some
idea
of
packing
up
Miss
Pittypat
's
china
and
the
little
silver
she
had
left
when
she
refugeed
to
Macon
.
But
when
she
reached
the
dining
room
,
her
hands
were
shaking
so
badly
she
dropped
three
plates
and
shattered
them
.
She
ran
out
onto
the
porch
to
listen
and
back
again
to
the
dining
room
and
dropped
the
silver
clattering
to
the
floor
.
Everything
she
touched
she
dropped
.
In
her
hurry
she
slipped
on
the
rag
rug
and
fell
to
the
floor
with
a
jolt
but
leaped
up
so
quickly
she
was
not
even
aware
of
the
pain
.
Upstairs
she
could
hear
Prissy
galloping
about
like
a
wild
animal
and
the
sound
maddened
her
,
for
she
was
galloping
just
as
aimlessly
.
For
the
dozenth
time
,
she
ran
out
onto
the
porch
but
this
time
she
did
not
go
back
to
her
futile
packing
.
She
sat
down
.
It
was
just
impossible
to
pack
anything
.
Impossible
to
do
anything
but
sit
with
hammering
heart
and
wait
for
Rhett
.
It
seemed
hours
before
he
came
.
At
last
,
far
up
the
road
,
she
heard
the
protesting
screech
of
unoiled
axles
and
the
slow
uncertain
plodding
of
hooves
.
Why
did
n't
he
hurry
?
Why
did
n't
he
make
the
horse
trot
?
The
sounds
came
nearer
and
she
leaped
to
her
feet
and
called
Rhett
's
name
.
Then
,
she
saw
him
dimly
as
he
climbed
down
from
the
seat
of
a
small
wagon
,
heard
the
clicking
of
the
gate
as
he
came
toward
her
.
He
came
into
view
and
the
light
of
the
lamp
showed
him
plainly
.
His
dress
was
as
debonaire
as
if
he
were
going
to
a
ball
,
well-tailored
white
linen
coat
and
trousers
,
embroidered
gray
watered-silk
waistcoat
and
a
hint
of
ruffle
on
his
shirt
bosom
.
His
wide
Panama
hat
was
set
dashingly
on
one
side
of
his
head
and
in
the
belt
of
his
trousers
were
thrust
two
ivory-handled
,
long-barreled
dueling
pistols
.
The
pockets
of
his
coat
sagged
heavily
with
ammunition
.
He
came
up
the
walk
with
the
springy
stride
of
a
savage
and
his
fine
head
was
carried
like
a
pagan
prince
.
The
dangers
of
the
night
which
had
driven
Scarlett
into
panic
had
affected
him
like
an
intoxicant
.
There
was
a
carefully
restrained
ferocity
in
his
dark
face
,
a
ruthlessness
which
would
have
frightened
her
had
she
the
wits
to
see
it
.
His
black
eyes
danced
as
though
amused
by
the
whole
affair
,
as
though
the
earth-splitting
sounds
and
the
horrid
glare
were
merely
things
to
frighten
children
.
She
swayed
toward
him
as
he
came
up
the
steps
,
her
face
white
,
her
green
eyes
burning
.
"
Good
evening
,
"
he
said
,
in
his
drawling
voice
,
as
he
removed
his
hat
with
a
sweeping
gesture
.
"
Fine
weather
we
're
having
.
I
hear
you
're
going
to
take
a
trip
.
"
"
If
you
make
any
jokes
,
I
shall
never
speak
to
you
again
,
"
she
said
with
quivering
voice
.
"
Do
n't
tell
me
you
are
frightened
!
"
He
pretended
to
be
surprised
and
smiled
in
a
way
that
made
her
long
to
push
him
backwards
down
the
steep
steps
.
