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He
climbed
onto
the
seat
beside
her
and
picked
up
the
reins
.
"
Oh
,
wait
!
"
she
cried
.
"
I
forgot
to
lock
the
front
door
.
"
He
burst
into
a
roar
of
laughter
and
slapped
the
reins
upon
the
horse
's
back
.
"
What
are
you
laughing
at
?
"
"
At
you
--
locking
the
Yankees
out
,
"
he
said
and
the
horse
started
off
,
slowly
,
reluctantly
.
The
lamp
on
the
sidewalk
burned
on
,
making
a
tiny
yellow
circle
of
light
which
grew
smaller
and
smaller
as
they
moved
away
.
Rhett
turned
the
horse
's
slow
feet
westward
from
Peachtree
and
the
wobbling
wagon
jounced
into
the
rutty
lane
with
a
violence
that
wrenched
an
abruptly
stifled
moan
from
Melanie
.
Dark
trees
interlaced
above
their
heads
,
dark
silent
houses
loomed
up
on
either
side
and
the
white
palings
of
fences
gleamed
faintly
like
a
row
of
tombstones
.
The
narrow
street
was
a
dim
tunnel
,
but
faintly
through
the
thick
leafy
ceiling
the
hideous
red
glow
of
the
sky
penetrated
and
shadows
chased
one
another
down
the
dark
way
like
mad
ghosts
.
The
smell
of
smoke
came
stronger
and
stronger
,
and
on
the
wings
of
the
hot
breeze
came
a
pandemonium
of
sound
from
the
center
of
town
,
yells
,
the
dull
rumbling
of
heavy
army
wagons
and
the
steady
tramp
of
marching
feet
.
As
Rhett
jerked
the
horse
's
head
and
turned
him
into
another
street
,
another
deafening
explosion
tore
the
air
and
a
monstrous
skyrocket
of
flame
and
smoke
shot
up
in
the
west
.
"
That
must
be
the
last
of
the
ammunition
trains
,
"
Rhett
said
calmly
.
"
Why
did
n't
they
get
them
out
this
morning
,
the
fools
!
There
was
plenty
of
time
.
Well
,
too
bad
for
us
.
I
thought
by
circling
around
the
center
of
town
,
we
might
avoid
the
fire
and
that
drunken
mob
on
Decatur
Street
and
get
through
to
the
southwest
part
of
town
without
any
danger
.
But
we
've
got
to
cross
Marietta
Street
somewhere
and
that
explosion
was
near
Marietta
Street
or
I
miss
my
guess
.
"
"
Must
--
must
we
go
through
the
fire
?
"
Scarlett
quavered
.
"
Not
if
we
hurry
,
"
said
Rhett
and
,
springing
from
the
wagon
,
he
disappeared
into
the
darkness
of
a
yard
.
When
he
returned
he
had
a
small
limb
of
a
tree
in
his
hand
and
he
laid
it
mercilessly
across
the
horse
's
galled
back
.
The
animal
broke
into
a
shambling
trot
,
his
breath
panting
and
labored
,
and
the
wagon
swayed
forward
with
a
jolt
that
threw
them
about
like
popcorn
in
a
popper
.
The
baby
wailed
,
and
Prissy
and
Wade
cried
out
as
they
bruised
themselves
against
the
sides
of
the
wagon
.
But
from
Melanie
there
was
no
sound
.
