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"
Doan
you
tech
her
,
you
ole
fool
!
"
thundered
Mammy
,
struggling
to
keep
Melanie
's
sagging
body
from
falling
to
the
ground
.
"
You
pious
black
ape
!
Brek
it
gen
'
ly
!
You
,
Poke
,
tek
her
feet
.
Miss
Carreen
,
steady
her
haid
.
Lessus
lay
her
on
de
sofa
in
de
parlor
.
"
There
was
a
tumult
of
sound
as
everyone
but
Scarlett
swarmed
about
the
fainting
Melanie
,
everyone
crying
out
in
alarm
,
scurrying
into
the
house
for
water
and
pillows
,
and
in
a
moment
Scarlett
and
Uncle
Peter
were
left
standing
alone
on
the
walk
.
She
stood
rooted
,
unable
to
move
from
the
position
to
which
she
had
leaped
when
she
heard
his
words
,
staring
at
the
old
man
who
stood
feebly
waving
a
letter
.
His
old
black
face
was
as
pitiful
as
a
child
's
under
its
mother
's
disapproval
,
his
dignity
collapsed
.
For
a
moment
she
could
not
speak
or
move
,
and
though
her
mind
shouted
:
"
He
is
n't
dead
!
He
's
coming
home
!
"
the
knowledge
brought
neither
joy
nor
excitement
,
only
a
stunned
immobility
.
Uncle
Peter
's
voice
came
as
from
a
far
distance
,
plaintive
,
placating
.
"
Mist
'
Willie
Burr
frum
Macom
whut
is
kin
ter
us
,
he
brung
it
ter
Miss
Pitty
.
Mist
'
Willie
he
in
de
same
jail
house
wid
Mist
'
Ashley
.
Mist
'
Willie
he
got
a
hawse
an
'
he
got
hyah
soon
.
But
Mist
'
Ashley
he
a-walkin
'
an
'
--
"
Scarlett
snatched
the
letter
from
his
hand
.
It
was
addressed
to
Melly
in
Miss
Pitty
's
writing
but
that
did
not
make
her
hesitate
a
moment
.
She
ripped
it
open
and
Miss
Pitty
's
inclosed
note
fell
to
the
ground
.
Within
the
envelope
there
was
a
piece
of
folded
paper
,
grimy
from
the
dirty
pocket
in
which
it
had
been
carried
,
creased
and
ragged
about
the
edges
.
It
bore
the
inscription
in
Ashley
's
hand
:
"
Mrs.
George
Ashley
Wilkes
,
Care
Miss
Sarah
Jane
Hamilton
,
Atlanta
,
or
Twelve
Oaks
,
Jonesboro
,
Ga.
"
With
fingers
that
shook
,
she
opened
it
and
read
:
"
Beloved
,
I
am
coming
home
to
you
--
"
Tears
began
to
stream
down
her
face
so
that
she
could
not
read
and
her
heart
swelled
up
until
she
felt
she
could
not
bear
the
joy
of
it
.
Clutching
the
letter
to
her
,
she
raced
up
the
porch
steps
and
down
the
hall
,
past
the
parlor
where
all
the
inhabitants
of
Tara
were
getting
in
one
another
's
way
as
they
worked
over
the
unconscious
Melanie
,
and
into
Ellen
's
office
.
She
shut
the
door
and
locked
it
and
flung
herself
down
on
the
sagging
old
sofa
crying
,
laughing
,
kissing
the
letter
.
"
Beloved
,
"
she
whispered
,
"
I
am
coming
home
to
you
.
"
Common
sense
told
them
that
unless
Ashley
developed
wings
,
it
would
be
weeks
or
even
months
before
he
could
travel
from
Illinois
to
Georgia
,
but
hearts
nevertheless
beat
wildly
whenever
a
soldier
turned
into
the
avenue
at
Tara
.
Each
bearded
scarecrow
might
be
Ashley
.
And
if
it
were
not
Ashley
,
perhaps
the
soldier
would
have
news
of
him
or
a
letter
from
Aunt
Pitty
about
him
.
Black
and
white
,
they
rushed
to
the
front
porch
every
time
they
heard
footsteps
.
The
sight
of
a
uniform
was
enough
to
bring
everyone
flying
from
the
woodpile
,
the
pasture
and
the
cotton
patch
.
For
a
month
after
the
letter
came
,
work
was
almost
at
a
standstill
.
No
one
wanted
to
be
out
of
the
house
when
he
arrived
.
Scarlett
least
of
all
.
And
she
could
not
insist
on
the
others
attending
to
their
duties
when
she
so
neglected
hers
.
