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"
Oh
,
Melly
,
do
n't
be
sentimental
!
Paper
is
paper
and
we
've
got
little
enough
of
it
and
I
'm
tired
of
hearing
Mammy
grumble
about
the
cracks
in
the
attic
.
I
hope
when
Wade
grows
up
I
'll
have
plenty
of
greenbacks
to
give
him
instead
of
Confederate
trash
.
"
Will
,
who
had
been
enticing
little
Beau
across
the
blanket
with
the
bill
during
this
argument
,
looked
up
and
,
shading
his
eyes
,
glanced
down
the
driveway
.
"
More
company
,
"
he
said
,
squinting
in
the
sun
.
"
Another
soldier
.
"
Scarlett
followed
his
gaze
and
saw
a
familiar
sight
,
a
bearded
man
coming
slowly
up
the
avenue
under
the
cedars
,
a
man
clad
in
a
ragged
mixture
of
blue
and
gray
uniforms
,
head
bowed
tiredly
,
feet
dragging
slowly
.
"
I
thought
we
were
about
through
with
soldiers
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
hope
this
one
is
n't
very
hungry
.
"
"
He
'll
be
hungry
,
"
said
Will
briefly
.
Melanie
rose
"
I
'd
better
tell
Dilcey
to
set
an
extra
plate
,
"
she
said
,
"
and
warn
Mammy
not
to
get
the
poor
thing
's
clothes
off
his
back
too
abruptly
and
--
"
She
stopped
so
suddenly
that
Scarlett
turned
to
look
at
her
.
Melanie
's
thin
hand
was
at
her
throat
,
clutching
it
as
if
it
was
torn
with
pain
,
and
Scarlett
could
see
the
veins
beneath
the
white
skin
throbbing
swiftly
.
Her
face
went
whiter
and
her
brown
eyes
dilated
enormously
.
She
's
going
to
faint
,
thought
Scarlett
,
leaping
to
her
feet
and
catching
her
arm
.
