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"
Regular
Paul
Revere
,
eh
?
"
"
Well
,
there
ai
n't
much
here
,
Sarge
.
You
got
the
pickin
's
.
Let
's
move
on
before
the
whole
country
gets
the
news
we
're
comin
'
.
"
"
Didja
dig
under
the
smokehouse
?
They
generally
buries
things
there
.
"
"
Ai
n't
no
smokehouse
.
"
"
Didja
dig
in
the
nigger
cabins
?
"
"
Nothin
'
but
cotton
in
the
cabins
.
We
set
fire
to
it
.
"
For
a
brief
instant
Scarlett
saw
the
long
hot
days
in
the
cotton
field
,
felt
again
the
terrible
ache
in
her
back
,
the
raw
bruised
flesh
of
her
shoulders
.
All
for
nothing
.
The
cotton
was
gone
.
"
You
ai
n't
got
much
,
for
a
fac
'
,
have
you
,
lady
?
"
"
Your
army
has
been
here
before
,
"
she
said
coolly
.
"
That
's
a
fac
'
.
We
were
in
this
neighborhood
in
September
,
"
said
one
of
the
men
,
turning
something
in
his
hand
.
"
I
'd
forgot
.
"
