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"
Dey
ain
'
no
stable
,
Miss
Scarlett
.
Dey
use
it
fer
fiah
wood
.
"
"
Do
n't
tell
me
any
more
what
'
They
'
did
.
Tell
Dilcey
to
look
after
them
.
And
you
,
Pork
,
go
dig
up
that
whisky
and
then
some
potatoes
.
"
"
But
,
Miss
Scarlett
,
Ah
ain
'
got
no
light
ter
dig
by
.
"
"
You
can
use
a
stick
of
firewood
,
ca
n't
you
?
"
"
Dey
ain
'
no
fiah
wood
--
Dey
--
"
"
Do
something
...
.
I
do
n't
care
what
.
But
dig
those
things
and
dig
them
fast
.
Now
,
hurry
.
"
Pork
scurried
from
the
room
as
her
voice
roughened
and
Scarlett
was
left
alone
with
Gerald
.
She
patted
his
leg
gently
.
She
noted
how
shrunken
were
the
thighs
that
once
bulged
with
saddle
muscles
.
She
must
do
something
to
drag
him
from
his
apathy
--
but
she
could
not
ask
about
Mother
.
That
must
come
later
,
when
she
could
stand
it
.
"
Why
did
n't
they
burn
Tara
?
"
Gerald
stared
at
her
for
a
moment
as
if
not
hearing
her
and
she
repeated
her
question
.
"
Why
--
"
he
fumbled
,
"
they
used
the
house
as
a
headquarters
.
"
