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For
a
moment
Scarlett
went
faint
,
already
feeling
rough
hands
thrusting
themselves
into
her
bosom
,
fumbling
at
her
garters
.
"
That
is
all
,
but
I
suppose
it
is
customary
to
strip
your
victims
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
'll
take
your
word
,
"
said
the
sergeant
good-naturedly
,
spitting
again
as
he
turned
away
.
Scarlett
righted
the
baby
and
tried
to
soothe
him
,
holding
her
hand
over
the
place
on
the
diaper
where
the
wallet
was
hidden
,
thanking
God
that
Melanie
had
a
baby
and
that
baby
had
a
diaper
.
Upstairs
she
could
hear
heavy
boots
trampling
,
the
protesting
screech
of
furniture
pulled
across
the
floor
,
the
crashing
of
china
and
mirrors
,
the
curses
when
nothing
of
value
appeared
.
From
the
yard
came
loud
cries
:
"
Head
um
off
!
Do
n't
let
um
get
away
!
"
and
the
despairing
squawks
of
the
hens
and
quacking
and
honking
of
the
ducks
and
geese
.
A
pang
went
through
her
as
she
heard
an
agonized
squealing
which
was
suddenly
stilled
by
a
pistol
shot
and
she
knew
that
the
sow
was
dead
.
Damn
Prissy
!
She
had
run
off
and
left
her
.
If
only
the
shoats
were
safe
!
If
only
the
family
had
gotten
safely
to
the
swamp
!
But
there
was
no
way
of
knowing
.
She
stood
quietly
in
the
hall
while
the
soldiers
boiled
about
her
,
shouting
and
cursing
.
Wade
's
fingers
were
in
her
skirt
in
a
terrified
grip
.
She
could
feel
his
body
shaking
as
he
pressed
against
her
but
she
could
not
bring
herself
to
speak
reassuringly
to
him
.
She
could
not
bring
herself
to
utter
any
word
to
the
Yankees
,
either
of
pleading
,
protest
or
anger
.
She
could
only
thank
God
that
her
knees
still
had
the
strength
to
support
her
,
that
her
neck
was
still
strong
enough
to
hold
her
head
high
.
But
when
a
squad
of
bearded
men
came
lumbering
down
the
steps
,
laden
with
an
assortment
of
stolen
articles
and
she
saw
Charles
'
sword
in
the
hands
of
one
,
she
did
cry
out
.
That
sword
was
Wade
's
.
It
had
been
his
father
's
and
his
grandfather
's
sword
and
Scarlett
had
given
it
to
the
little
boy
on
his
last
birthday
.
They
had
made
quite
a
ceremony
of
it
and
Melanie
had
cried
,
cried
with
tears
of
pride
and
sorrowful
memory
,
and
kissed
him
and
said
he
must
grow
up
to
be
a
brave
soldier
like
his
father
and
his
grandfather
.
Wade
was
very
proud
of
it
and
often
climbed
upon
the
table
beneath
where
it
hung
to
pat
it
.
Scarlett
could
endure
seeing
her
own
possessions
going
out
of
the
house
in
hateful
alien
hands
but
not
this
--
not
her
little
boy
's
pride
.
Wade
,
peering
from
the
protection
of
her
skirts
at
the
sound
of
her
cry
,
found
speech
and
courage
in
a
mighty
sob
.
Stretching
out
one
hand
he
cried
:
"
Mine
!
"
"
You
ca
n't
take
that
!
"
said
Scarlett
swiftly
,
holding
out
her
hand
too
.
"
I
ca
n't
,
hey
?
"
said
the
little
soldier
who
held
it
,
grinning
impudently
at
her
.
"
Well
,
I
can
!
It
's
a
Rebel
sword
!
"
