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As
they
neared
Marietta
Street
,
the
trees
thinned
out
and
the
tall
flames
roaring
up
above
the
buildings
threw
street
and
houses
into
a
glare
of
light
brighter
than
day
,
casting
monstrous
shadows
that
twisted
as
wildly
as
torn
sails
flapping
in
a
gale
on
a
sinking
ship
.
Scarlett
's
teeth
chattered
but
so
great
was
her
terror
she
was
not
even
aware
of
it
.
She
was
cold
and
she
shivered
,
even
though
the
heat
of
the
flames
was
already
hot
against
their
faces
.
This
was
hell
and
she
was
in
it
and
,
if
she
could
only
have
conquered
her
shaking
knees
,
she
would
have
leaped
from
the
wagon
and
run
screaming
back
the
dark
road
they
had
come
,
back
to
the
refuge
of
Miss
Pittypat
's
house
.
She
shrank
closer
to
Rhett
,
took
his
arm
in
fingers
that
trembled
and
looked
up
at
him
for
words
,
for
comfort
,
for
something
reassuring
.
In
the
unholy
crimson
glow
that
bathed
them
,
his
dark
profile
stood
out
as
clearly
as
the
head
on
an
ancient
coin
,
beautiful
,
cruel
and
decadent
.
At
her
touch
he
turned
to
her
,
his
eyes
gleaming
with
a
light
as
frightening
as
the
fire
.
To
Scarlett
,
he
seemed
as
exhilarated
and
contemptuous
as
if
he
got
strong
pleasure
from
the
situation
,
as
if
he
welcomed
the
inferno
they
were
approaching
.
"
Here
,
"
he
said
,
laying
a
hand
on
one
of
the
long-barreled
pistols
in
his
belt
.
"
If
anyone
,
black
or
white
,
comes
up
on
your
side
of
the
wagon
and
tries
to
lay
hand
on
the
horse
,
shoot
him
and
we
'll
ask
questions
later
.
But
for
God
's
sake
,
do
n't
shoot
the
nag
in
your
excitement
.
"
"
I
--
I
have
a
pistol
,
"
she
whispered
,
clutching
the
weapon
in
her
lap
,
perfectly
certain
that
if
death
stared
her
in
the
face
,
she
would
be
too
frightened
to
pull
the
trigger
.
"
You
have
?
Where
did
you
get
it
?
"
"
It
's
Charles
'
.
"
"
Charles
?
"
"
Yes
,
Charles
--
my
husband
.
"
"
Did
you
ever
really
have
a
husband
,
my
dear
?
"
he
whispered
and
laughed
softly
.
If
he
would
only
be
serious
!
If
he
would
only
hurry
!
