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Melanie
interrupted
,
her
spoon
at
her
lips
,
"
Listen
,
dear
!
Somebody
's
coming
!
"
"
Somebody
hollerin
'
,
"
said
Pork
uneasily
.
On
the
crisp
autumn
air
came
clear
the
sound
of
horse
's
hooves
,
thudding
as
swiftly
as
a
frightened
heart
,
and
a
woman
's
voice
,
high
pitched
,
screaming
:
"
Scarlett
!
Scarlett
!
"
Eye
met
eye
for
a
dreadful
second
around
the
table
before
chairs
were
pushed
back
and
everyone
leaped
up
.
Despite
the
fear
that
made
it
shrill
,
they
recognized
the
voice
of
Sally
Fontaine
who
,
only
an
hour
before
,
had
stopped
at
Tara
for
a
brief
chat
on
her
way
to
Jonesboro
.
Now
,
as
they
all
rushed
pell-mell
to
crowd
the
front
door
,
they
saw
her
coming
up
the
drive
like
the
wind
on
a
lathered
horse
,
her
hair
streaming
behind
her
,
her
bonnet
dangling
by
its
ribbons
.
She
did
not
draw
rein
but
as
she
galloped
madly
toward
them
,
she
waved
her
arm
back
in
the
direction
from
which
she
had
come
.
"
The
Yankees
are
coming
!
I
saw
them
!
Down
the
road
!
The
Yankees
--
"
She
sawed
savagely
at
the
horse
's
mouth
just
in
time
to
swerve
him
from
leaping
up
the
front
steps
.
He
swung
around
sharply
,
covered
the
side
lawn
in
three
leaps
and
she
put
him
across
the
four-foot
hedge
as
if
she
were
on
the
hunting
field
.
They
heard
the
heavy
pounding
of
his
hooves
as
he
went
through
the
back
yard
and
down
the
narrow
lane
between
the
cabins
of
the
quarters
and
knew
she
was
cutting
across
the
fields
to
Mimosa
.
For
a
moment
they
stood
paralyzed
and
then
Suellen
and
Carreen
began
to
sob
and
clutch
each
other
's
fingers
.
Little
Wade
stood
rooted
,
trembling
,
unable
to
cry
.
What
he
had
feared
since
the
night
he
left
Atlanta
had
happened
.
The
Yankees
were
coming
to
get
him
.
"
Yankees
?
"
said
Gerald
vaguely
.
"
But
the
Yankees
have
already
been
here
.
"
"
Mother
of
God
!
"
cried
Scarlett
,
her
eyes
meeting
Melanie
's
frightened
eyes
.
For
a
swift
instant
there
went
through
her
memory
again
the
horrors
of
her
last
night
in
Atlanta
,
the
ruined
homes
that
dotted
the
countryside
,
all
the
stories
of
rape
and
torture
and
murder
.
She
saw
again
the
Yankee
soldier
standing
in
the
hall
with
Ellen
's
sewing
box
in
his
hand
.
She
thought
:
"
I
shall
die
.
I
shall
die
right
here
.
I
thought
we
were
through
with
all
that
.
I
shall
die
.
I
ca
n't
stand
any
more
.
"
