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"
Mrs.
Wilkes
?
"
Prissy
's
frightened
voice
made
answer
from
the
wagon
.
"
Gawdlmighty
,
Cap'n
Butler
!
Miss
Melly
done
fainted
away
back
yonder
.
"
"
She
's
not
dead
?
Is
she
breathing
?
"
"
Yassuh
,
she
breathin
'
.
"
"
Then
she
's
probably
better
off
as
she
is
.
If
she
were
conscious
,
I
doubt
if
she
could
live
through
all
the
pain
.
Take
good
care
of
her
,
Prissy
.
Here
's
a
shinplaster
for
you
.
Try
not
to
be
a
bigger
fool
than
you
are
.
"
"
Yassuh
.
Thankee
suh
.
"
"
Good-by
,
Scarlett
.
"
She
knew
he
had
turned
and
was
facing
her
but
she
did
not
speak
.
Hate
choked
all
utterance
.
His
feet
ground
on
the
pebbles
of
the
road
and
for
a
moment
she
saw
his
big
shoulders
looming
up
in
the
dark
.
Then
he
was
gone
.
She
could
hear
the
sound
of
his
feet
for
a
while
and
then
they
died
away
.
She
came
slowly
back
to
the
wagon
,
her
knees
shaking
.
Why
had
he
gone
,
stepping
off
into
the
dark
,
into
the
war
,
into
a
Cause
that
was
lost
,
into
a
world
that
was
mad
?
Why
had
he
gone
,
Rhett
who
loved
the
pleasures
of
women
and
liquor
,
the
comfort
of
good
food
and
soft
beds
,
the
feel
of
fine
linen
and
good
leather
,
who
hated
the
South
and
jeered
at
the
fools
who
fought
for
it
?
Now
he
had
set
his
varnished
boots
upon
a
bitter
road
where
hunger
tramped
with
tireless
stride
and
wounds
and
weariness
and
heartbreak
ran
like
yelping
wolves
.
And
the
end
of
the
road
was
death
.
He
need
not
have
gone
.
He
was
safe
,
rich
,
comfortable
.
But
he
had
gone
,
leaving
her
alone
in
a
night
as
black
as
blindness
,
with
the
Yankee
Army
between
her
and
home
.
