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"
I
think
you
are
hateful
to
talk
to
Baby
and
me
like
this
!
"
cried
Suellen
.
"
I
think
you
are
lying
and
trying
to
frighten
us
.
If
Mother
were
only
here
,
she
would
n't
let
you
talk
to
us
like
this
!
Split
kindling
,
indeed
!
"
Suellen
looked
with
weak
loathing
at
her
older
sister
,
feeling
sure
Scarlett
said
these
things
just
to
be
mean
.
Suellen
had
nearly
died
and
she
had
lost
her
mother
and
she
was
lonely
and
scared
and
she
wanted
to
be
petted
and
made
much
of
.
Instead
,
Scarlett
looked
over
the
foot
of
the
bed
each
day
,
appraising
their
improvement
with
a
hateful
new
gleam
in
her
slanting
green
eyes
and
talked
about
making
beds
,
preparing
food
,
carrying
water
buckets
and
splitting
kindling
.
And
she
looked
as
if
she
took
a
pleasure
in
saying
such
awful
things
.
Scarlett
did
take
pleasure
in
it
.
She
bullied
the
negroes
and
harrowed
the
feelings
of
her
sisters
not
only
because
she
was
too
worried
and
strained
and
tired
to
do
otherwise
but
because
it
helped
her
to
forget
her
own
bitterness
that
everything
her
mother
had
told
her
about
life
was
wrong
.
Nothing
her
mother
had
taught
her
was
of
any
value
whatsoever
now
and
Scarlett
's
heart
was
sore
and
puzzled
.
It
did
not
occur
to
her
that
Ellen
could
not
have
foreseen
the
collapse
of
the
civilization
in
which
she
raised
her
daughters
,
could
not
have
anticipated
the
disappearings
of
the
places
in
society
for
which
she
trained
them
so
well
.
It
did
not
occur
to
her
that
Ellen
had
looked
down
a
vista
of
placid
future
years
,
all
like
the
uneventful
years
of
her
own
life
,
when
she
had
taught
her
to
be
gentle
and
gracious
,
honorable
and
kind
,
modest
and
truthful
.
Life
treated
women
well
when
they
had
learned
those
lessons
,
said
Ellen
.
Scarlett
thought
in
despair
:
"
Nothing
,
no
,
nothing
,
she
taught
me
is
of
any
help
to
me
!
What
good
will
kindness
do
me
now
?
What
value
is
gentleness
?
Better
that
I
'd
learned
to
plow
or
chop
cotton
like
a
darky
.
Oh
,
Mother
,
you
were
wrong
!
"
She
did
not
stop
to
think
that
Ellen
's
ordered
world
was
gone
and
a
brutal
world
had
taken
its
place
,
a
world
wherein
every
standard
,
every
value
had
changed
.
She
only
saw
,
or
thought
she
saw
,
that
her
mother
had
been
wrong
,
and
she
changed
swiftly
to
meet
this
new
world
for
which
she
was
not
prepared
.
Only
her
feeling
for
Tara
had
not
changed
.
She
never
came
wearily
home
across
the
fields
and
saw
the
sprawling
white
house
that
her
heart
did
not
swell
with
love
and
the
joy
of
homecoming
.
She
never
looked
out
of
her
window
at
green
pastures
and
red
fields
and
tall
tangled
swamp
forest
that
a
sense
of
beauty
did
not
fill
her
.
Her
love
for
this
land
with
its
softly
rolling
hills
of
bright-red
soil
,
this
beautiful
red
earth
that
was
blood
colored
,
garnet
,
brick
dust
,
vermilion
,
which
so
miraculously
grew
green
bushes
starred
with
white
puffs
,
was
one
part
of
Scarlett
which
did
not
change
when
all
else
was
changing
.
Nowhere
else
in
the
world
was
there
land
like
this
.
When
she
looked
at
Tara
she
could
understand
,
in
part
,
why
wars
were
fought
.
Rhett
was
wrong
when
he
said
men
fought
wars
for
money
.
No
,
they
fought
for
swelling
acres
,
softly
furrowed
by
the
plow
,
for
pastures
green
with
stubby
cropped
grass
,
for
lazy
yellow
rivers
and
white
houses
that
were
cool
amid
magnolias
.
These
were
the
only
things
worth
fighting
for
,
the
red
earth
which
was
theirs
and
would
be
their
sons
'
,
the
red
earth
which
would
bear
cotton
for
their
sons
and
their
sons
'
sons
.
