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"
You
little
fool
,
"
and
his
voice
was
swift
and
rough
.
"
You
ca
n't
go
that
way
.
Even
if
you
did
n't
run
into
the
Yankees
,
the
woods
are
full
of
stragglers
and
deserters
from
both
armies
.
And
lots
of
our
troops
are
still
retreating
from
Jonesboro
.
They
'd
take
the
horse
away
from
you
as
quickly
as
the
Yankees
would
.
Your
only
chance
is
to
follow
the
troops
down
the
McDonough
road
and
pray
that
they
wo
n't
see
you
in
the
dark
.
You
ca
n't
go
to
Tara
.
Even
if
you
got
there
,
you
'd
probably
find
it
burned
down
.
I
wo
n't
let
you
go
home
.
It
's
insanity
.
"
"
I
will
go
home
!
"
she
cried
and
her
voice
broke
and
rose
to
a
scream
.
"
I
will
go
home
!
You
ca
n't
stop
me
!
I
will
go
home
!
I
want
my
mother
!
I
'll
kill
you
if
you
try
to
stop
me
!
I
will
go
home
!
"
Tears
of
fright
and
hysteria
streamed
down
her
face
as
she
finally
gave
way
under
the
long
strain
.
She
beat
on
his
chest
with
her
fists
and
screamed
again
:
"
I
will
!
I
will
!
If
I
have
to
walk
every
step
of
the
way
!
"
Suddenly
she
was
in
his
arms
,
her
wet
cheek
against
the
starched
ruffle
of
his
shirt
,
her
beating
hands
stilled
against
him
.
His
hands
caressed
her
tumbled
hair
gently
,
soothingly
,
and
his
voice
was
gentle
too
.
So
gentle
,
so
quiet
,
so
devoid
of
mockery
,
it
did
not
seem
Rhett
Butler
's
voice
at
all
but
the
voice
of
some
kind
strong
stranger
who
smelled
of
brandy
and
tobacco
and
horses
,
comforting
smells
because
they
reminded
her
of
Gerald
.
"
There
,
there
,
darling
,
"
he
said
softly
.
"
Do
n't
cry
.
You
shall
go
home
,
my
brave
little
girl
.
You
shall
go
home
.
Do
n't
cry
.
"
She
felt
something
brush
her
hair
and
wondered
vaguely
through
her
tumult
if
it
were
his
lips
.
He
was
so
tender
,
so
infinitely
soothing
,
she
longed
to
stay
in
his
arms
forever
.
With
such
strong
arms
about
her
,
surely
nothing
could
harm
her
.
He
fumbled
in
his
pocket
and
produced
a
handkerchief
and
wiped
her
eyes
.
"
Now
,
blow
your
nose
like
a
good
child
,
"
he
ordered
,
a
glint
of
a
smile
in
his
eyes
,
"
and
tell
me
what
to
do
.
We
must
work
fast
.
"
She
blew
her
nose
obediently
,
still
trembling
,
but
she
could
not
think
what
to
tell
him
to
do
.
Seeing
how
her
lip
quivered
and
her
eyes
looked
up
at
him
helplessly
,
he
took
command
.
