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In
the
hallway
she
passed
her
son
lying
in
the
corner
with
his
sword
.
His
eyes
were
closed
and
his
face
had
a
look
of
slack
,
unearthly
peace
.
"
My
God
!
He
's
dead
!
They
've
frightened
him
to
death
!
"
she
thought
in
agony
but
she
raced
by
him
to
the
bucket
of
drinking
water
which
always
stood
in
the
passageway
by
the
kitchen
door
.
She
soused
the
end
of
the
rug
into
the
bucket
and
drawing
a
deep
breath
plunged
again
into
the
smoke-filled
room
slamming
the
door
behind
her
.
For
an
eternity
she
reeled
and
coughed
,
beating
the
rug
against
the
lines
of
fire
that
shot
swiftly
beyond
her
.
Twice
her
long
skirt
took
fire
and
she
slapped
it
out
with
her
hands
.
She
could
smell
the
sickening
smell
of
her
hair
scorching
,
as
it
came
loose
from
its
pins
and
swept
about
her
shoulders
.
The
flames
raced
ever
beyond
her
,
toward
the
walls
of
the
covered
runway
,
fiery
snakes
that
writhed
and
leaped
and
,
exhaustion
sweeping
her
,
she
knew
that
it
was
hopeless
.
Then
the
door
swung
open
and
the
sucking
draft
flung
the
flames
higher
.
It
closed
with
a
bang
and
,
in
the
swirling
smoke
,
Scarlett
,
half
blind
,
saw
Melanie
,
stamping
her
feet
on
the
flames
,
beating
at
them
with
something
dark
and
heavy
.
She
saw
her
staggering
,
heard
her
coughing
,
caught
a
lightning-flash
glimpse
of
her
set
white
face
and
eyes
narrow
to
slits
against
the
smoke
,
saw
her
small
body
curving
back
and
forth
as
she
swung
her
rug
up
and
down
.
For
another
eternity
they
fought
and
swayed
,
side
by
side
,
and
Scarlett
could
see
that
the
lines
of
fire
were
shortening
.
Then
suddenly
Melanie
turned
toward
her
and
,
with
a
cry
,
hit
her
across
the
shoulders
with
all
her
might
.
Scarlett
went
down
in
a
whirlwind
of
smoke
and
darkness
.
When
she
opened
her
eyes
she
was
lying
on
the
back
porch
,
her
head
pillowed
comfortably
on
Melanie
's
lap
,
and
the
afternoon
sunlight
was
shining
on
her
face
.
Her
hands
,
face
and
shoulders
smarted
intolerably
from
burns
.
Smoke
was
still
rolling
from
the
quarters
,
enveloping
the
cabins
in
thick
clouds
,
and
the
smell
of
burning
cotton
was
strong
.
Scarlett
saw
wisps
of
smoke
drifting
from
the
kitchen
and
she
stirred
frantically
to
rise
.
But
she
was
pushed
back
as
Melanie
's
calm
voice
said
:
"
Lie
still
,
dear
.
The
fire
's
out
.
"
She
lay
quiet
for
a
moment
,
eyes
closed
,
sighing
with
relief
,
and
heard
the
slobbery
gurgle
of
the
baby
near
by
and
the
reassuring
sound
of
Wade
's
hiccoughing
.
So
he
was
n't
dead
,
thank
God
!
She
opened
her
eyes
and
looked
up
into
Melanie
's
face
.
Her
curls
were
singed
,
her
face
black
with
smut
but
her
eyes
were
sparkling
with
excitement
and
she
was
smiling
.
"
You
look
like
a
nigger
,
"
murmured
Scarlett
,
burrowing
her
head
wearily
into
its
soft
pillow
.
"
And
you
look
like
the
end
man
in
a
minstrel
show
,
"
replied
Melanie
equably
.
