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"
Ah
spilt
a
plen
'
y
,
Miss
Scarlett
.
It
's
pow
'
ful
hard
ter
po
'
outer
a
bung
hole
inter
a
go
'd
e.
"
"
That
's
quite
all
right
,
Pork
,
and
thank
you
.
"
She
took
the
wet
gourd
dipper
from
him
,
her
nostrils
wrinkling
in
distaste
at
the
reek
.
"
Drink
this
,
Father
,
"
she
said
,
pushing
the
whisky
in
its
strange
receptacle
into
his
hand
and
taking
the
second
gourd
of
water
from
Pork
.
Gerald
raised
it
,
obedient
as
a
child
,
and
gulped
noisily
.
She
handed
the
water
to
him
but
he
shook
his
head
.
As
she
took
the
whisky
from
him
and
held
it
to
her
mouth
,
she
saw
his
eyes
follow
her
,
a
vague
stirring
of
disapproval
in
them
.
"
I
know
no
lady
drinks
spirits
,
"
she
said
briefly
.
"
But
today
I
'm
no
lady
,
Pa
,
and
there
is
work
to
do
tonight
.
"
She
tilted
the
dipper
,
drew
a
deep
breath
and
drank
swiftly
.
The
hot
liquid
burned
down
her
throat
to
her
stomach
,
choking
her
and
bringing
tears
to
her
eyes
.
She
drew
another
breath
and
raised
it
again
.
"
Katie
Scarlett
,
"
said
Gerald
,
the
first
note
of
authority
she
had
heard
in
his
voice
since
her
return
,
"
that
is
enough
.
You
're
not
knowing
spirits
and
they
will
be
making
you
tipsy
.
"
"
Tipsy
?
"
She
laughed
an
ugly
laugh
.
"
Tipsy
?
I
hope
it
makes
me
drunk
.
I
would
like
to
be
drunk
and
forget
all
of
this
.
"
She
drank
again
,
a
slow
train
of
warmth
lighting
in
her
veins
and
stealing
through
her
body
until
even
her
finger
tips
tingled
.
What
a
blessed
feeling
,
this
kindly
fire
.
It
seemed
to
penetrate
even
her
ice-locked
heart
and
strength
came
coursing
back
into
her
body
.
Seeing
Gerald
's
puzzled
hurt
face
,
she
patted
his
knee
again
and
managed
an
imitation
of
the
pert
smile
he
used
to
love
.
