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"
I
could
bury
him
in
the
corner
of
the
garden
under
the
arbor
--
the
ground
is
soft
there
where
Pork
dug
up
the
whisky
barrel
.
But
how
will
I
get
him
there
?
"
"
We
'll
both
take
a
leg
and
drag
him
,
"
said
Melanie
firmly
.
Reluctantly
,
Scarlett
's
admiration
went
still
higher
.
"
You
could
n't
drag
a
cat
.
I
'll
drag
him
,
"
she
said
roughly
.
"
You
go
back
to
bed
.
You
'll
kill
yourself
.
Do
n't
dare
try
to
help
me
either
or
I
'll
carry
you
upstairs
myself
.
"
Melanie
's
white
face
broke
into
a
sweet
understanding
smile
.
"
You
are
very
dear
,
Scarlett
,
"
she
said
and
softly
brushed
her
lips
against
Scarlett
's
cheek
.
Before
Scarlett
could
recover
from
her
surprise
,
Melanie
went
on
:
"
If
you
can
drag
him
out
,
I
'll
mop
up
the
--
the
mess
before
the
folks
get
home
,
and
Scarlett
--
"
"
Yes
?
"
"
Do
you
suppose
it
would
be
dishonest
to
go
through
his
knapsack
?
He
might
have
something
to
eat
.
"
"
I
do
not
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
annoyed
that
she
had
not
thought
of
this
herself
.
"
You
take
the
knapsack
and
I
'll
go
through
his
pockets
.
"
Stooping
over
the
dead
man
with
distaste
,
she
unbuttoned
the
remaining
buttons
of
his
jacket
and
systematically
began
rifling
his
pockets
.
