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And
now
,
fear
of
unknown
things
seized
her
,
leaped
swiftly
out
of
the
darkness
at
her
and
she
could
only
stand
and
stare
at
him
,
all
the
flood
of
questioning
dammed
up
at
her
lips
.
From
the
wagon
the
faint
wailing
sounded
again
and
Gerald
seemed
to
rouse
himself
with
an
effort
.
"
It
's
Melanie
and
her
baby
,
"
whispered
Scarlett
rapidly
.
"
She
's
very
ill
--
I
brought
her
home
.
"
Gerald
dropped
his
hand
from
her
arm
and
straightened
his
shoulders
.
As
he
moved
slowly
to
the
side
of
the
wagon
,
there
was
a
ghostly
semblance
of
the
old
host
of
Tara
welcoming
guests
,
as
if
Gerald
spoke
words
from
out
of
shadowy
memory
.
"
Cousin
Melanie
!
"
Melanie
's
voice
murmured
indistinctly
.
"
Cousin
Melanie
,
this
is
your
home
.
Twelve
Oaks
is
burned
.
You
must
stay
with
us
.
"
Thoughts
of
Melanie
's
prolonged
suffering
spurred
Scarlett
to
action
.
The
present
was
with
her
again
,
the
necessity
of
laying
Melanie
and
her
child
on
a
soft
bed
and
doing
those
small
things
for
her
that
could
be
done
.
"
She
must
be
carried
.
She
ca
n't
walk
.
"
