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"
Come
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
turning
to
Melanie
's
door
and
Rhett
followed
her
,
hat
in
hand
.
Melanie
lay
quietly
with
the
sheet
up
to
her
chin
.
Her
face
was
deathly
white
but
her
eyes
,
sunken
and
black
circled
,
were
serene
.
She
showed
no
surprise
at
the
sight
of
Rhett
in
her
bedroom
but
seemed
to
take
it
as
a
matter
of
course
.
She
tried
to
smile
weakly
but
the
smile
died
before
it
reached
the
corners
of
her
mouth
.
"
We
are
going
home
,
to
Tara
,
"
Scarlett
explained
rapidly
.
"
The
Yankees
are
coming
.
Rhett
is
going
to
take
us
.
It
's
the
only
way
,
Melly
.
"
Melanie
tried
to
nod
her
head
feebly
and
gestured
toward
the
baby
.
Scarlett
picked
up
the
small
baby
and
wrapped
him
hastily
in
a
thick
towel
.
Rhett
stepped
to
the
bed
.
"
I
'll
try
not
to
hurt
you
,
"
he
said
quietly
,
tucking
the
sheet
about
her
.
"
See
if
you
can
put
your
arms
around
my
neck
.
"
Melanie
tried
but
they
fell
back
weakly
.
He
bent
,
slipped
an
arm
under
her
shoulders
and
another
across
her
knees
and
lifted
her
gently
.
She
did
not
cry
out
but
Scarlett
saw
her
bite
her
lip
and
go
even
whiter
.
Scarlett
held
the
lamp
high
for
Rhett
to
see
and
started
toward
the
door
when
Melanie
made
a
feeble
gesture
toward
the
wall
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
Rhett
asked
softly
.
"
Please
,
"
Melanie
whispered
,
trying
to
point
.
"
Charles
.
"
Rhett
looked
down
at
her
as
if
he
thought
her
delirious
but
Scarlett
understood
and
was
irritated
.
She
knew
Melanie
wanted
the
daguerreotype
of
Charles
which
hung
on
the
wall
below
his
sword
and
pistol
.
