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The
replacing
of
these
posts
was
one
bit
of
repair
work
Scarlett
did
not
suggest
and
,
if
the
negroes
knew
why
,
they
kept
their
silence
.
No
ghost
rose
from
that
shallow
grave
to
haunt
her
in
the
long
nights
when
she
lay
awake
,
too
tired
to
sleep
.
No
feeling
of
horror
or
remorse
assailed
her
at
the
memory
.
She
wondered
why
,
knowing
that
even
a
month
before
she
could
never
have
done
the
deed
.
Pretty
young
Mrs.
Hamilton
,
with
her
dimple
and
her
jingling
earbobs
and
her
helpless
little
ways
,
blowing
a
man
's
face
to
a
pulp
and
then
burying
him
in
a
hastily
scratched-out
hole
!
Scarlett
grinned
a
little
grimly
thinking
of
the
consternation
such
an
idea
would
bring
to
those
who
knew
her
.
"
I
wo
n't
think
about
it
any
more
,
"
she
decided
.
"
It
's
over
and
done
with
and
I
'd
have
been
a
ninny
not
to
kill
him
.
I
reckon
--
I
reckon
I
must
have
changed
a
little
since
coming
home
or
else
I
could
n't
have
done
it
.
"
She
did
not
think
of
it
consciously
but
in
the
back
of
her
mind
,
whenever
she
was
confronted
by
an
unpleasant
and
difficult
task
,
the
idea
lurked
giving
her
strength
:
"
I
've
done
murder
and
so
I
can
surely
do
this
.
"
She
had
changed
more
than
she
knew
and
the
shell
of
hardness
which
had
begun
to
form
about
her
heart
when
she
lay
in
the
slave
garden
at
Twelve
Oaks
was
slowly
thickening
.
Now
that
she
had
a
horse
,
Scarlett
could
find
out
for
herself
what
had
happened
to
their
neighbors
.
Since
she
came
home
she
had
wondered
despairingly
a
thousand
times
:
"
Are
we
the
only
folks
left
in
the
County
?
Has
everybody
else
been
burned
out
?
Have
they
all
refugeed
to
Macon
?
"
With
the
memory
of
the
ruins
of
Twelve
Oaks
,
the
MacIntosh
place
and
the
Slattery
shack
fresh
in
her
mind
,
she
almost
dreaded
to
discover
the
truth
.
But
it
was
better
to
know
the
worst
than
to
wonder
.
She
decided
to
ride
to
the
Fontaines
'
first
,
not
because
they
were
the
nearest
neighbors
but
because
old
Dr.
Fontaine
might
be
there
.
Melanie
needed
a
doctor
.
She
was
not
recovering
as
she
should
and
Scarlett
was
frightened
by
her
white
weakness
.
So
on
the
first
day
when
her
foot
had
healed
enough
to
stand
a
slipper
,
she
mounted
the
Yankee
's
horse
.
One
foot
in
the
shortened
stirrup
and
the
other
leg
crooked
about
the
pommel
in
an
approximation
of
a
side
saddle
,
she
set
out
across
the
fields
toward
Mimosa
,
steeling
herself
to
find
it
burned
.
To
her
surprise
and
pleasure
,
she
saw
the
faded
yellow-stucco
house
standing
amid
the
mimosa
trees
,
looking
as
it
had
always
looked
.
Warm
happiness
,
happiness
that
almost
brought
tears
,
flooded
her
when
the
three
Fontaine
women
came
out
of
the
house
to
welcome
her
with
kisses
and
cries
of
joy
.
But
when
the
first
exclamations
of
affectionate
greeting
were
over
and
they
all
had
trooped
into
the
dining
room
to
sit
down
,
Scarlett
felt
a
chill
.
The
Yankees
had
not
reached
Mimosa
because
it
was
far
off
the
main
road
.
