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"
Why
did
you
have
to
hit
me
?
"
"
Because
,
my
darling
,
your
back
was
on
fire
.
I
did
n't
dream
you
'd
faint
,
though
the
Lord
knows
you
've
had
enough
today
to
kill
you
...
.
I
came
back
as
soon
as
I
got
the
stock
safe
in
the
woods
.
I
nearly
died
,
thinking
about
you
and
the
baby
alone
.
Did
--
the
Yankees
harm
you
?
"
"
If
you
mean
did
they
rape
me
,
no
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
groaning
as
she
tried
to
sit
up
.
Though
Melanie
's
lap
was
soft
,
the
porch
on
which
she
was
lying
was
far
from
comfortable
.
"
But
they
've
stolen
everything
,
everything
We
've
lost
everything
--
Well
,
what
is
there
to
look
so
happy
about
?
"
"
We
have
n't
lost
each
other
and
our
babies
are
all
right
and
we
have
a
roof
over
our
heads
,
"
said
Melanie
and
there
was
a
lilt
in
her
voice
.
"
And
that
's
all
anyone
can
hope
for
now
...
.
Goodness
but
Beau
is
wet
!
I
suppose
the
Yankees
even
stole
his
extra
diapers
.
He
--
Scarlett
,
what
on
earth
is
in
his
diaper
?
"
She
thrust
a
suddenly
frightened
hand
down
the
baby
's
back
and
brought
up
the
wallet
.
For
a
moment
she
looked
at
it
as
if
she
had
never
seen
it
before
and
then
she
began
to
laugh
,
peal
on
peal
of
mirth
that
had
in
it
no
hint
of
hysteria
.
"
Nobody
but
you
would
ever
have
thought
of
it
,
"
she
cried
and
flinging
her
arms
around
Scarlett
's
neck
she
kissed
her
.
"
You
are
the
beatenest
sister
I
ever
had
!
"
Scarlett
permitted
the
embrace
because
she
was
too
tired
to
struggle
,
because
the
words
of
praise
brought
balm
to
her
spirit
and
because
,
in
the
dark
smoke-filled
kitchen
,
there
had
been
born
a
greater
respect
for
her
sister-inlaw
,
a
closer
feeling
of
comradeship
.
"
I
'll
say
this
for
her
,
"
she
thought
grudgingly
,
"
she
's
always
there
when
you
need
her
.
"
Cold
weather
set
in
abruptly
with
a
killing
frost
.
Chilling
winds
swept
beneath
the
doorsills
and
rattled
the
loose
windowpanes
with
a
monotonous
tinkling
sound
.
The
last
of
the
leaves
fell
from
the
bare
trees
and
only
the
pines
stood
clothed
,
black
and
cold
against
pale
skies
.
The
rutted
red
roads
were
frozen
to
flintiness
and
hunger
rode
the
winds
through
Georgia
.
