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"
How
could
it
make
me
tipsy
,
Pa
?
I
'm
your
daughter
.
Have
n't
I
inherited
the
steadiest
head
in
Clayton
County
?
"
He
almost
smiled
into
her
tired
face
.
The
whisky
was
bracing
him
too
.
She
handed
it
back
to
him
.
"
Now
you
're
going
to
take
another
drink
and
then
I
am
going
to
take
you
upstairs
and
put
you
to
bed
.
"
She
caught
herself
.
Why
,
this
was
the
way
she
talked
to
Wade
--
she
should
not
address
her
father
like
this
.
It
was
disrespectful
.
But
he
hung
on
her
words
.
"
Yes
,
put
you
to
bed
,
"
she
added
lightly
,
"
and
give
you
another
drink
--
maybe
all
the
dipper
and
make
you
go
to
sleep
.
You
need
sleep
and
Katie
Scarlett
is
here
,
so
you
need
not
worry
about
anything
.
Drink
.
"
He
drank
again
obediently
and
,
slipping
her
arm
through
his
,
she
pulled
him
to
his
feet
.
"
Pork
...
.
"
Pork
took
the
gourd
in
one
hand
and
Gerald
's
arm
in
the
other
.
Scarlett
picked
up
the
flaring
candle
and
the
three
walked
slowly
into
the
dark
hall
and
up
the
winding
steps
toward
Gerald
's
room
.
The
room
where
Suellen
and
Carreen
lay
mumbling
and
tossing
on
the
same
bed
stank
vilely
with
the
smell
of
the
twisted
rag
burning
in
a
saucer
of
bacon
fat
,
which
provided
the
only
light
.
When
Scarlett
first
opened
the
door
the
thick
atmosphere
of
the
room
,
with
all
windows
closed
and
the
air
reeking
with
sick-room
odors
,
medicine
smells
and
stinking
grease
,
almost
made
her
faint
.
Doctors
might
say
that
fresh
air
was
fatal
in
a
sick
room
but
if
she
were
to
sit
here
,
she
must
have
air
or
die
.
She
opened
the
three
windows
,
bringing
in
the
smell
of
oak
leaves
and
earth
,
but
the
fresh
air
could
do
little
toward
dispelling
the
sickening
odors
which
had
accumulated
for
weeks
in
this
close
room
.
Carreen
and
Suellen
,
emaciated
and
white
,
slept
brokenly
and
awoke
to
mumble
with
wide
,
staring
eyes
in
the
tall
four-poster
bed
where
they
had
whispered
together
in
better
,
happier
days
.
In
the
corner
of
the
room
was
an
empty
bed
,
a
narrow
French
Empire
bed
with
curling
head
and
foot
,
a
bed
which
Ellen
had
brought
from
Savannah
.
This
was
where
Ellen
had
lain
.
