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There
was
a
scuffle
of
feet
and
a
dark
figure
emerged
from
the
cave
of
the
front
hall
.
Pork
ran
down
the
steps
.
"
Miss
Scarlett
!
Miss
Scarlett
!
"
he
cried
.
Scarlett
caught
him
by
the
arms
.
Pork
,
part
and
parcel
of
Tara
,
as
dear
as
the
bricks
and
the
cool
corridors
!
She
felt
his
tears
stream
down
on
her
hands
as
he
patted
her
clumsily
,
crying
:
"
Sho
is
glad
you
back
!
Sho
is
--
"
Prissy
burst
into
tears
and
incoherent
mumblings
:
"
Poke
!
Poke
,
honey
!
"
And
little
Wade
,
encouraged
by
the
weakness
of
his
elders
,
began
sniffling
:
"
Wade
thirsty
!
"
Scarlett
caught
them
all
in
hand
.
"
Miss
Melanie
is
in
the
wagon
and
her
baby
too
.
Pork
,
you
must
carry
her
upstairs
very
carefully
and
put
her
in
the
back
company
room
.
Prissy
,
take
the
baby
and
Wade
inside
and
give
Wade
a
drink
of
water
.
Is
Mammy
here
,
Pork
?
Tell
her
I
want
her
.
"
Galvanized
by
the
authority
in
her
voice
,
Pork
approached
the
wagon
and
fumbled
at
the
backboard
.
A
moan
was
wrenched
from
Melanie
as
he
half-lifted
,
half-dragged
her
from
the
feather
tick
on
which
she
had
lain
so
many
hours
.
And
then
she
was
in
Pork
's
strong
arms
,
her
head
drooping
like
a
child
's
across
his
shoulder
.
Prissy
,
holding
the
baby
and
dragging
Wade
by
the
hand
,
followed
them
up
the
wide
steps
and
disappeared
into
the
blackness
of
the
hall
.
Scarlett
's
bleeding
fingers
sought
her
father
's
hand
urgently
.
"
Did
they
get
well
,
Pa
?
"
"
The
girls
are
recovering
.
"
