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His
voice
trailed
off
into
silence
as
he
looked
absently
about
the
walls
and
Scarlett
understood
.
There
were
too
many
Irish
ancestors
crowding
behind
Gerald
's
shoulders
,
men
who
had
died
on
scant
acres
,
fighting
to
the
end
rather
than
leave
the
homes
where
they
had
lived
,
plowed
,
loved
,
begotten
sons
.
"
I
said
that
they
would
be
burning
the
house
over
the
heads
of
three
dying
women
.
But
we
would
not
leave
.
The
young
officer
was
--
was
a
gentleman
.
"
"
A
Yankee
a
gentleman
?
Why
,
Pa
!
"
"
A
gentleman
.
He
galloped
away
and
soon
he
was
back
with
a
captain
,
a
surgeon
,
and
he
looked
at
the
girls
--
and
your
mother
.
"
"
You
let
a
damned
Yankee
into
their
room
?
"
"
He
had
opium
.
We
had
none
.
He
saved
your
sisters
.
Suellen
was
hemorrhaging
.
He
was
as
kind
as
he
knew
how
.
And
when
he
reported
that
they
were
--
ill
--
they
did
not
burn
the
house
.
They
moved
in
,
some
general
,
his
staff
,
crowding
in
.
They
filled
all
the
rooms
except
the
sick
room
.
And
the
soldiers
--
"
He
paused
again
,
as
if
too
tired
to
go
on
.
His
stubbly
chin
sank
heavily
in
loose
folds
of
flesh
on
his
chest
.
With
an
effort
he
spoke
again
.
"
They
camped
all
round
the
house
,
everywhere
,
in
the
cotton
,
in
the
corn
.
The
pasture
was
blue
with
them
.
That
night
there
were
a
thousand
campfires
.
They
tore
down
the
fences
and
burned
them
to
cook
with
and
the
barns
and
the
stables
and
the
smokehouse
.
They
killed
the
cows
and
the
hogs
and
the
chickens
--
even
my
turkeys
.
"
Gerald
's
precious
turkeys
.
So
they
were
gone
.
"
They
took
things
,
even
the
pictures
--
some
of
the
furniture
,
the
china
--
"
"
The
silver
?
"
