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Scarlett
sat
beside
the
two
girls
,
staring
at
them
stupidly
.
The
whisky
taken
on
a
stomach
long
empty
was
playing
tricks
on
her
.
Sometimes
her
sisters
seemed
far
away
and
tiny
and
their
incoherent
voices
came
to
her
like
the
buzz
of
insects
.
And
again
,
they
loomed
large
,
rushing
at
her
with
lightning
speed
.
She
was
tired
,
tired
to
the
bone
.
She
could
lie
down
and
sleep
for
days
.
If
she
could
only
lie
down
and
sleep
and
wake
to
feel
Ellen
gently
shaking
her
arm
and
saying
:
"
It
is
late
,
Scarlett
.
You
must
not
be
so
lazy
.
"
But
she
could
not
ever
do
that
again
.
If
there
were
only
Ellen
,
someone
older
than
she
,
wiser
and
unweary
,
to
whom
she
could
go
!
Someone
in
whose
lap
she
could
lay
her
head
,
someone
on
whose
shoulders
she
could
rest
her
burdens
!
The
door
opened
softly
and
Dilcey
entered
,
Melanie
's
baby
held
to
her
breast
,
the
gourd
of
whisky
in
her
hand
.
In
the
smoky
,
uncertain
light
,
she
seemed
thinner
than
when
Scarlett
last
saw
her
and
the
Indian
blood
was
more
evident
in
her
face
.
The
high
cheek
bones
were
more
prominent
,
the
hawk-bridged
nose
was
sharper
and
her
copper
skin
gleamed
with
a
brighter
hue
.
Her
faded
calico
dress
was
open
to
the
waist
and
her
large
bronze
breast
exposed
.
Held
close
against
her
,
Melanie
's
baby
pressed
his
pale
rosebud
mouth
greedily
to
the
dark
nipple
,
sucking
,
gripping
tiny
fists
against
the
soft
flesh
like
a
kitten
in
the
warm
fur
of
its
mother
's
belly
.
Scarlett
rose
unsteadily
and
put
a
hand
on
Dilcey
's
arm
.
"
It
was
good
of
you
to
stay
,
Dilcey
.
"
"
How
could
I
go
off
wid
them
trashy
niggers
,
Miss
Scarlett
,
after
yo
'
pa
been
so
good
to
buy
me
and
my
little
Prissy
and
yo
'
ma
been
so
kine
?
"
"
Sit
down
,
Dilcey
.
The
baby
can
eat
all
right
,
then
?
And
how
is
Miss
Melanie
?
"
"
Nuthin
'
wrong
wid
this
chile
'
cept
he
hongry
,
and
whut
it
take
to
feed
a
hongry
chile
I
got
.
No
'm
,
Miss
Melanie
is
all
right
.
She
ain
'
gwine
die
,
Miss
Scarlett
.
Doan
you
fret
yo
's
eff
.
I
seen
too
many
,
white
and
black
,
lak
her
.
She
mighty
tired
and
nervous
like
and
scared
fo
'
this
baby
.
But
I
hesh
her
and
give
her
some
of
whut
was
lef
'
in
that
go
'd
e
and
she
sleepin
'
.
"
