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The
echo
of
her
own
thoughts
infuriated
her
and
Scarlett
shook
off
the
pinching
fingers
.
"
Then
give
me
Wade
's
hand
.
You
can
sit
right
down
here
and
stay
.
"
"
No
'm
!
No
'm
!
"
"
Then
HUSH
!
"
How
slowly
the
horse
moved
!
The
moisture
from
his
slobbering
mouth
dripped
down
upon
her
hand
.
Through
her
mind
ran
a
few
words
of
the
song
she
had
once
sung
with
Rhett
--
she
could
not
recall
the
rest
:
"
Just
a
few
more
days
for
to
tote
the
weary
load
--
"
"
Just
a
few
more
steps
,
"
hummed
her
brain
,
over
and
over
,
"
just
a
few
more
steps
for
to
tote
the
weary
load
.
"
Then
they
topped
the
rise
and
before
them
lay
the
oaks
of
Tara
,
a
towering
dark
mass
against
the
darkening
sky
.
Scarlett
looked
hastily
to
see
if
there
was
a
light
anywhere
.
There
was
none
.
"
They
are
gone
!
"
said
her
heart
,
like
cold
lead
in
her
breast
.
"
Gone
!
"
She
turned
the
horse
's
head
into
the
driveway
,
and
the
cedars
,
meeting
over
their
heads
cast
them
into
midnight
blackness
.
Peering
up
the
long
tunnel
of
darkness
,
straining
her
eyes
she
saw
ahead
--
or
did
she
see
?
Were
her
tired
eyes
playing
her
tricks
?
--
the
white
bricks
of
Tara
blurred
and
indistinct
.
Home
!
Home
!
The
dear
white
walls
,
the
windows
with
the
fluttering
curtains
,
the
wide
verandas
--
were
they
all
there
ahead
of
her
,
in
the
gloom
?
Or
did
the
darkness
mercifully
conceal
such
a
horror
as
the
MacIntosh
house
?
