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Never
once
did
he
call
for
mother
,
wife
,
sister
or
sweetheart
and
this
omission
worried
Carreen
.
"
A
man
ought
to
have
some
folks
,
"
she
said
.
"
And
he
sounds
like
he
did
n't
have
a
soul
in
the
world
.
"
For
all
his
lankiness
he
was
tough
,
and
good
nursing
pulled
him
through
.
The
day
came
when
his
pale
blue
eyes
,
perfectly
cognizant
of
his
surroundings
,
fell
upon
Carreen
sitting
beside
him
,
telling
her
rosary
beads
,
the
morning
sun
shining
through
her
fair
hair
.
"
Then
you
war
n't
a
dream
,
after
all
,
"
he
said
,
in
his
flat
toneless
voice
.
"
I
hope
I
ai
n't
troubled
you
too
much
,
Ma
'm
.
"
His
convalescence
was
a
long
one
and
he
lay
quietly
looking
out
of
the
window
at
the
magnolias
and
causing
very
little
trouble
to
anyone
.
Carreen
liked
him
because
of
his
placid
and
unembarrassed
silences
.
She
would
sit
beside
him
through
the
long
hot
afternoons
,
fanning
him
and
saying
nothing
.
Carreen
had
very
little
to
say
these
days
as
she
moved
,
delicate
and
wraithlike
,
about
the
tasks
which
were
within
her
strength
.
She
prayed
a
good
deal
,
for
when
Scarlett
came
into
her
room
without
knocking
,
she
always
found
her
on
her
knees
by
her
bed
.
The
sight
never
failed
to
annoy
her
,
for
Scarlett
felt
that
the
time
for
prayer
had
passed
.
If
God
had
seen
fit
to
punish
them
so
,
then
God
could
very
well
do
without
prayers
.
Religion
had
always
been
a
bargaining
process
with
Scarlett
.
She
promised
God
good
behavior
in
exchange
for
favors
.
God
had
broken
the
bargain
time
and
again
,
to
her
way
of
thinking
,
and
she
felt
that
she
owed
Him
nothing
at
all
now
.
And
whenever
she
found
Carreen
on
her
knees
when
she
should
have
been
taking
an
afternoon
nap
or
doing
the
mending
,
she
felt
that
Carreen
was
shirking
her
share
of
the
burdens
.
She
said
as
much
to
Will
Benteen
one
afternoon
when
he
was
able
to
sit
up
in
a
chair
and
was
startled
when
he
said
in
his
flat
voice
:
"
Let
her
be
,
Miss
Scarlett
.
It
comforts
her
.
"
"
Comforts
her
?
"
"
Yes
,
she
's
prayin
'
for
your
ma
and
him
.
"
