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"
Bring
what
's
left
of
the
candle
,
"
she
ordered
.
"
Bring
it
into
Mother
's
--
into
the
office
.
"
Pork
pattered
into
the
dining
room
and
Scarlett
groped
her
way
into
the
inky
small
room
and
sank
down
on
the
sofa
.
Her
father
's
arm
still
lay
in
the
crook
of
hers
,
helpless
,
appealing
,
trusting
,
as
only
the
hands
of
the
very
young
and
the
very
old
can
be
.
"
He
's
an
old
man
,
an
old
tired
man
,
"
she
thought
again
and
vaguely
wondered
why
she
could
not
care
.
Light
wavered
into
the
room
as
Pork
entered
carrying
high
a
half-burned
candle
stuck
in
a
saucer
.
The
dark
cave
came
to
life
,
the
sagging
old
sofa
on
which
they
sat
,
the
tall
secretary
reaching
toward
the
ceiling
with
Mother
's
fragile
carved
chair
before
it
,
the
racks
of
pigeonholes
,
still
stuffed
with
papers
written
in
her
fine
hand
,
the
worn
carpet
--
all
,
all
were
the
same
,
except
that
Ellen
was
not
there
,
Ellen
with
the
faint
scent
of
lemon
verbena
sachet
and
the
sweet
look
in
her
up-tilted
eyes
.
Scarlett
felt
a
small
pain
in
her
heart
as
of
nerves
numbed
by
a
deep
wound
,
struggling
to
make
themselves
felt
again
.
She
must
not
let
them
come
to
life
now
;
there
was
all
the
rest
of
her
life
ahead
of
her
in
which
they
could
ache
.
But
,
not
now
!
Please
,
God
,
not
now
!
She
looked
into
Gerald
's
putty-colored
face
and
,
for
the
first
time
in
her
life
,
she
saw
him
unshaven
,
his
once
florid
face
covered
with
silvery
bristles
.
Pork
placed
the
candle
on
the
candle
stand
and
came
to
her
side
.
Scarlett
felt
that
if
he
had
been
a
dog
he
would
have
laid
his
muzzle
in
her
lap
and
whined
for
a
kind
hand
upon
his
head
.
"
Pork
,
how
many
darkies
are
here
?
"
"
Miss
Scarlett
,
dem
trashy
niggers
done
runned
away
an
'
some
of
dem
went
off
wid
de
Yankees
an
'
--
"
"
How
many
are
left
?
"
"
Dey
's
me
,
Miss
Scarlett
,
an
'
Mammy
.
She
been
nussin
'
de
young
Misses
all
day
.
An
'
Dilcey
,
she
settin
'
up
wid
de
young
Misses
now
.
Us
three
,
Miss
Scarlett
.
"
"
Us
three
"
where
there
had
been
a
hundred
.
Scarlett
with
an
effort
lifted
her
head
on
her
aching
neck
.
She
knew
she
must
keep
her
voice
steady
.
To
her
surprise
,
words
came
out
as
coolly
and
naturally
as
if
there
had
never
been
a
war
and
she
could
,
by
waving
her
hand
,
call
ten
house
servants
to
her
.
