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"
How
do
you
know
?
"
"
Ah
's
seed
too
many
lak
her
.
"
"
Do
n't
go
putting
on
any
airs
with
me
.
A
precious
little
you
knew
about
babies
yesterday
.
Hurry
now
.
I
'm
going
to
try
to
find
something
to
eat
.
"
Scarlett
's
search
was
futile
until
in
the
orchard
she
found
a
few
apples
.
Soldiers
had
been
there
before
her
and
there
was
none
on
the
trees
.
Those
she
found
on
the
ground
were
mostly
rotten
.
She
filled
her
skirt
with
the
best
of
them
and
came
back
across
the
soft
earth
,
collecting
small
pebbles
in
her
slippers
.
Why
had
n't
she
thought
of
putting
on
stouter
shoes
last
night
?
Why
had
n't
she
brought
her
sun
hat
?
Why
had
n't
she
brought
something
to
eat
?
She
'd
acted
like
a
fool
.
But
,
of
course
,
she
'd
thought
Rhett
would
take
care
of
them
.
Rhett
!
She
spat
on
the
ground
,
for
the
very
name
tasted
bad
.
How
she
hated
him
!
How
contemptible
he
had
been
!
And
she
had
stood
there
in
the
road
and
let
him
kiss
her
--
and
almost
liked
it
.
She
had
been
crazy
last
night
.
How
despicable
he
was
!
When
she
came
back
,
she
divided
up
the
apples
and
threw
the
rest
into
the
back
of
the
wagon
.
The
horse
was
on
his
feet
now
but
the
water
did
not
seem
to
have
refreshed
him
much
.
He
looked
far
worse
in
the
daylight
than
he
had
the
night
before
.
His
hip
bones
stood
out
like
an
old
cow
's
,
his
ribs
showed
like
a
washboard
and
his
back
was
a
mass
of
sores
.
She
shrank
from
touching
him
as
she
harnessed
him
.
When
she
slipped
the
bit
into
his
mouth
,
she
saw
that
he
was
practically
toothless
.
As
old
as
the
hills
!
While
Rhett
was
stealing
a
horse
,
why
could
n't
he
have
stolen
a
good
one
?
She
mounted
the
seat
and
brought
down
the
hickory
limb
on
his
back
.
He
wheezed
and
started
,
but
he
walked
so
slowly
as
she
turned
him
into
the
road
she
knew
she
could
walk
faster
herself
with
no
effort
whatever
.
Oh
,
if
only
she
did
n't
have
Melanie
and
Wade
and
the
baby
and
Prissy
to
bother
with
!
How
swiftly
she
could
walk
home
!
Why
,
she
would
run
home
,
run
every
step
of
the
way
that
would
bring
her
closer
to
Tara
and
to
Mother
.
They
could
n't
be
more
than
fifteen
miles
from
home
,
but
at
the
rate
this
old
nag
traveled
it
would
take
all
day
,
for
she
would
have
to
stop
frequently
to
rest
him
.
All
day
!
She
looked
down
the
glaring
red
road
,
cut
in
deep
ruts
where
cannon
wheels
and
ambulances
had
gone
over
it
.
It
would
be
hours
before
she
knew
if
Tara
still
stood
and
if
Ellen
were
there
.
It
would
be
hours
before
she
finished
her
journey
under
the
broiling
September
sun
.
She
looked
back
at
Melanie
who
lay
with
sick
eyes
closed
against
the
sun
and
jerked
loose
the
strings
of
her
bonnet
and
tossed
it
to
Prissy
.
