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Blinking
in
the
sunlight
,
her
eyes
fell
on
Melanie
and
she
gasped
,
horrified
.
Melanie
lay
so
still
and
white
Scarlett
thought
she
must
be
dead
.
She
looked
dead
.
She
looked
like
a
dead
,
old
woman
with
her
ravaged
face
and
her
dark
hair
snarled
and
tangled
across
it
.
Then
Scarlett
saw
with
relief
the
faint
rise
and
fall
of
her
shallow
breathing
and
knew
that
Melanie
had
survived
the
night
.
Scarlett
shaded
her
eyes
with
her
hand
and
looked
about
her
.
They
had
evidently
spent
the
night
under
the
trees
in
someone
's
front
yard
,
for
a
sand
and
gravel
driveway
stretched
out
before
her
,
winding
away
under
an
avenue
of
cedars
.
"
Why
,
it
's
the
Mallory
place
!
"
she
thought
,
her
heart
leaping
with
gladness
at
the
thought
of
friends
and
help
.
But
a
stillness
as
of
death
hung
over
the
plantation
.
The
shrubs
and
grass
of
the
lawn
were
cut
to
pieces
where
hooves
and
wheels
and
feet
had
torn
frantically
back
and
forth
until
the
soil
was
churned
up
.
She
looked
toward
the
house
and
instead
of
the
old
white
clapboard
place
she
knew
so
well
,
she
saw
there
only
a
long
rectangle
of
blackened
granite
foundation
stones
and
two
tall
chimneys
rearing
smoke-stained
bricks
into
the
charred
leaves
of
still
trees
.
She
drew
a
deep
shuddering
breath
.
Would
she
find
Tara
like
this
,
level
with
the
ground
,
silent
as
the
dead
?
"
I
must
n't
think
about
that
now
,
"
she
told
herself
hurriedly
.
"
I
must
n't
let
myself
think
about
it
.
I
'll
get
scared
again
if
I
think
about
it
.
"
But
,
in
spite
of
herself
,
her
heart
quickened
and
each
beat
seemed
to
thunder
:
"
Home
!
Hurry
!
Home
!
Hurry
!
"
They
must
be
starting
on
toward
home
again
.
But
first
they
must
find
some
food
and
water
,
especially
water
.
She
prodded
Prissy
awake
.
Prissy
rolled
her
eyes
as
she
looked
about
her
.
"
Fo
'
Gawd
,
Miss
Scarlett
,
Ah
din
'
spec
ter
wake
up
agin
'
cept
in
de
Promise
Lan
'
.
"
"
You
're
a
long
way
from
there
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
trying
to
smooth
back
her
untidy
hair
.
Her
face
was
damp
and
her
body
was
already
wet
with
sweat
.
She
felt
dirty
and
messy
and
sticky
,
almost
as
if
she
smelled
bad
.
Her
clothes
were
crushed
and
wrinkled
from
sleeping
in
them
and
she
had
never
felt
more
acutely
tired
and
sore
in
all
her
life
.
Muscles
she
did
not
know
she
possessed
ached
from
her
unaccustomed
exertions
of
the
night
before
and
every
movement
brought
sharp
pain
.
