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"
Please
,
"
Melanie
whispered
again
,
"
the
sword
.
"
"
Oh
,
all
right
,
"
said
Scarlett
and
,
after
she
had
lighted
Rhett
's
careful
way
down
the
steps
,
she
went
back
and
unhooked
the
sword
and
pistol
belts
.
It
would
be
awkward
,
carrying
them
as
well
as
the
baby
and
the
lamp
.
That
was
just
like
Melanie
,
not
to
be
at
all
bothered
over
nearly
dying
and
having
the
Yankees
at
her
heels
but
to
worry
about
Charles
'
things
.
As
she
took
down
the
daguerreotype
,
she
caught
a
glimpse
of
Charles
'
face
.
His
large
brown
eyes
met
hers
and
she
stopped
for
a
moment
to
look
at
the
picture
curiously
.
This
man
had
been
her
husband
,
had
lain
beside
her
for
a
few
nights
,
had
given
her
a
child
with
eyes
as
soft
and
brown
as
his
.
And
she
could
hardly
remember
him
.
The
child
in
her
arms
waved
small
fists
and
mewed
softly
and
she
looked
down
at
him
.
For
the
first
time
,
she
realized
that
this
was
Ashley
's
baby
and
suddenly
wished
with
all
the
strength
left
in
her
that
he
were
her
baby
,
hers
and
Ashley
's
.
Prissy
came
bounding
up
the
stairs
and
Scarlett
handed
the
child
to
her
.
They
went
hastily
down
,
the
lamp
throwing
uncertain
shadows
on
the
wall
.
In
the
hall
,
Scarlett
saw
a
bonnet
and
put
it
on
hurriedly
,
tying
the
ribbons
under
her
chin
.
It
was
Melanie
's
black
mourning
bonnet
and
it
did
not
fit
Scarlett
's
head
but
she
could
not
recall
where
she
had
put
her
own
bonnet
.
She
went
out
of
the
house
and
down
the
front
steps
,
carrying
the
lamp
and
trying
to
keep
the
saber
from
banging
against
her
legs
.
Melanie
lay
full
length
in
the
back
of
the
wagon
,
and
,
beside
her
,
were
Wade
and
the
towel-swathed
baby
.
Prissy
climbed
in
and
took
the
baby
in
her
arms
.
The
wagon
was
very
small
and
the
boards
about
the
sides
very
low
.
The
wheels
leaned
inward
as
if
their
first
revolution
would
make
them
come
off
.
She
took
one
look
at
the
horse
and
her
heart
sank
.
He
was
a
small
emaciated
animal
and
he
stood
with
his
head
dispiritedly
low
,
almost
between
his
forelegs
.
His
back
was
raw
with
sores
and
harness
galls
and
he
breathed
as
no
sound
horse
should
.
"
Not
much
of
an
animal
,
is
it
?
"
grinned
Rhett
.
"
Looks
like
he
'll
die
in
the
shafts
.
But
he
's
the
best
I
could
do
.
Some
day
I
'll
tell
you
with
embellishments
just
where
and
how
I
stole
him
and
how
narrowly
I
missed
getting
shot
.
Nothing
but
my
devotion
to
you
would
make
me
,
at
this
stage
of
my
career
,
turn
horse
thief
--
and
thief
of
such
a
horse
.
Let
me
help
you
in
.
"
He
took
the
lamp
from
her
and
set
it
on
the
ground
.
The
front
seat
was
only
a
narrow
plank
across
the
sides
of
the
wagon
.
Rhett
picked
Scarlett
up
bodily
and
swung
her
to
it
.
How
wonderful
to
be
a
man
and
as
strong
as
Rhett
,
she
thought
,
tucking
her
wide
skirts
about
her
.
With
Rhett
beside
her
,
she
did
not
fear
anything
,
neither
the
fire
nor
the
noise
nor
the
Yankees
.
