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She

looked

down

at

Melanie

and

saw

that

her

dark

eyes

were

opened

.

They

were

sick

eyes

,

fever

bright

,

and

dark

baggy

circles

were

beneath

them

.

She

opened

cracking

lips

and

whispered

appealingly

:

"

Water

.

"

"

Get

up

,

Prissy

,

"

ordered

Scarlett

.

"

We

'll

go

to

the

well

and

get

some

water

.

"

"

But

,

Miss

Scarlett

!

Dey

mout

be

hants

up

dar

.

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Sposin

'

somebody

daid

up

dar

?

"

"

I

'll

make

a

hant

out

of

you

if

you

do

n't

get

out

of

this

wagon

,

"

said

Scarlett

,

who

was

in

no

mood

for

argument

,

as

she

climbed

lamely

down

to

the

ground

.

And

then

she

thought

of

the

horse

.

Name

of

God

!

Suppose

the

horse

had

died

in

the

night

!

He

had

seemed

ready

to

die

when

she

unharnessed

him

.

She

ran

around

the

wagon

and

saw

him

lying

on

his

side

.

If

he

were

dead

,

she

would

curse

God

and

die

too

.

Somebody

in

the

Bible

had

done

just

that

thing

.

Cursed

God

and

died

.

She

knew

just

how

that

person

felt

.

But

the

horse

was

alive

--

breathing

heavily

,

sick

eyes

half

closed

,

but

alive

.

Well

,

some

water

would

help

him

too

.

Prissy

climbed

reluctantly

from

the

wagon

with

many

groans

and

timorously

followed

Scarlett

up

the

avenue

.

Behind

the

ruins

the

row

of

whitewashed

slave

quarters

stood

silent

and

deserted

under

the

overhanging

trees

.

Between

the

quarters

and

the

smoked

stone

foundations

,

they

found

the

well

,

and

the

roof

of

it

still

stood

with

the

bucket

far

down

the

well

.

Between

them

,

they

wound

up

the

rope

,

and

when

the

bucket

of

cool

sparkling

water

appeared

out

of

the

dark

depths

,

Scarlett

tilted

it

to

her

lips

and

drank

with

loud

sucking

noises

,

spilling

the

water

all

over

herself

.

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She

drank

until

Prissy

's

petulant

:

"

Well

,

Ah

's

thusty

,

too

,

Miss

Scarlett

,

"

made

her

recall

the

needs

of

the

others

.

"

Untie

the

knot

and

take

the

bucket

to

the

wagon

and

give

them

some

.

And

give

the

rest

to

the

horse

.

Do

n't

you

think

Miss

Melanie

ought

to

nurse

the

baby

?

He

'll

starve

.

"

"

Law

,

Miss

Scarlett

,

Miss

Melly

ain

'

got

no

milk

--

ain

'

gwine

have

none

.

"

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