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Wade
flew
sobbing
to
hide
himself
under
the
house
.
Melanie
bit
her
lip
and
tears
came
to
her
eyes
,
and
Mammy
standing
in
the
hall
,
a
witness
to
the
scene
,
scowled
and
breathed
hard
.
But
no
one
talked
back
to
Scarlett
these
days
.
They
were
all
afraid
of
her
sharp
tongue
,
all
afraid
of
the
new
person
who
walked
in
her
body
.
Scarlett
reigned
supreme
at
Tara
now
and
,
like
others
suddenly
elevated
to
authority
,
all
the
bullying
instincts
in
her
nature
rose
to
the
surface
.
It
was
not
that
she
was
basically
unkind
.
It
was
because
she
was
so
frightened
and
unsure
of
herself
she
was
harsh
lest
others
learn
her
inadequacies
and
refuse
her
authority
.
Besides
,
there
was
some
pleasure
in
shouting
at
people
and
knowing
they
were
afraid
.
Scarlett
found
that
it
relieved
her
overwrought
nerves
.
She
was
not
blind
to
the
fact
that
her
personality
was
changing
.
Sometimes
when
her
curt
orders
made
Pork
stick
out
his
under
lip
and
Mammy
mutter
:
"
Some
folks
rides
mighty
high
dese
days
,
"
she
wondered
where
her
good
manners
had
gone
.
All
the
courtesy
,
all
the
gentleness
Ellen
had
striven
to
instill
in
her
had
fallen
away
from
her
as
quickly
as
leaves
fall
from
trees
in
the
first
chill
wind
of
autumn
.
Time
and
again
,
Ellen
had
said
:
"
Be
firm
but
be
gentle
with
inferiors
,
especially
darkies
.
"
But
if
she
was
gentle
the
darkies
would
sit
in
the
kitchen
all
day
,
talking
endlessly
about
the
good
old
days
when
a
house
nigger
was
n't
supposed
to
do
a
field
hand
's
work
.
"
Love
and
cherish
your
sisters
.
Be
kind
to
the
afflicted
,
"
said
Ellen
.
"
Show
tenderness
to
those
in
sorrow
and
in
trouble
.
"
She
could
n't
love
her
sisters
now
.
They
were
simply
a
dead
weight
on
her
shoulders
.
And
as
for
cherishing
them
,
was
n't
she
bathing
them
,
combing
their
hair
and
feeding
them
,
even
at
the
expense
of
walking
miles
every
day
to
find
vegetables
?
Was
n't
she
learning
to
milk
the
cow
,
even
though
her
heart
was
always
in
her
throat
when
that
fearsome
animal
shook
its
horns
at
her
?
And
as
for
being
kind
,
that
was
a
waste
of
time
.
If
she
was
overly
kind
to
them
,
they
'd
probably
prolong
their
stay
in
bed
,
and
she
wanted
them
on
their
feet
again
as
soon
as
possible
,
so
there
would
be
four
more
hands
to
help
her
.
They
were
convalescing
slowly
and
lay
scrawny
and
weak
in
their
bed
.
While
they
had
been
unconscious
,
the
world
had
changed
.
The
Yankees
had
come
,
the
darkies
had
gone
and
Mother
had
died
.
Here
were
three
unbelievable
happenings
and
their
minds
could
not
take
them
in
.
Sometimes
they
believed
they
must
still
be
delirious
and
these
things
had
not
happened
at
all
.
Certainly
Scarlett
was
so
changed
she
could
n't
be
real
.
When
she
hung
over
the
foot
of
their
bed
and
outlined
the
work
she
expected
them
to
do
when
they
recovered
,
they
looked
at
her
as
if
she
were
a
hobgoblin
.
It
was
beyond
their
comprehension
that
they
no
longer
had
a
hundred
slaves
to
do
the
work
.
It
was
beyond
their
comprehension
that
an
O'Hara
lady
should
do
manual
labor
.
"
But
,
Sister
,
"
said
Carreen
,
her
sweet
childish
face
blank
with
consternation
.
"
I
could
n't
split
kindling
!
It
would
ruin
my
hands
!
"
"
Look
at
mine
,
"
answered
Scarlett
with
a
frightening
smile
as
she
pushed
blistered
and
calloused
palms
toward
her
.
