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She
saw
Ellen
's
moss-green
velvet
carpet
,
now
worn
and
scuffed
and
torn
and
spotted
from
the
numberless
men
who
had
slept
upon
it
,
and
the
sight
depressed
her
more
,
for
it
made
her
realize
that
Tara
was
just
as
ragged
as
she
.
The
whole
darkening
room
depressed
her
and
,
going
to
the
window
,
she
raised
the
sash
,
unlatched
the
shutters
and
let
the
last
light
of
the
wintry
sunset
into
the
room
.
She
closed
the
window
and
leaned
her
head
against
the
velvet
curtains
and
looked
out
across
the
bleak
pasture
toward
the
dark
cedars
of
the
burying
ground
.
The
moss-green
velvet
curtains
felt
prickly
and
soft
beneath
her
cheek
and
she
rubbed
her
face
against
them
gratefully
,
like
a
cat
.
And
then
suddenly
she
looked
at
them
.
A
minute
later
,
she
was
dragging
a
heavy
marble-topped
table
across
the
floor
.
Its
rusty
castors
screeching
in
protest
.
She
rolled
the
table
under
the
window
,
gathered
up
her
skirts
,
climbed
on
it
and
tiptoed
to
reach
the
heavy
curtain
pole
.
It
was
almost
out
of
her
reach
and
she
jerked
at
it
so
impatiently
the
nails
came
out
of
the
wood
,
and
the
curtains
,
pole
and
all
,
fell
to
the
floor
with
a
clatter
.
As
if
by
magic
,
the
door
of
the
parlor
opened
and
the
wide
black
face
of
Mammy
appeared
,
ardent
curiosity
and
deepest
suspicion
evident
in
every
wrinkle
.
She
looked
disapprovingly
at
Scarlett
,
poised
on
the
table
top
,
her
skirts
above
her
knees
,
ready
to
leap
to
the
floor
.
There
was
a
look
of
excitement
and
triumph
on
her
face
which
brought
sudden
distrust
to
Mammy
.
"
Whut
you
up
to
wid
Miss
Ellen
's
po
'
teers
?
"
she
demanded
.
"
What
are
you
up
to
listening
outside
doors
?
"
asked
Scarlett
,
leaping
nimbly
to
the
floor
and
gathering
up
a
length
of
the
heavy
dusty
velvet
.
"
Dat
ain
'
needer
hyah
no
dar
,
"
countered
Mammy
,
girding
herself
for
combat
.
"
You
ain
'
got
no
bizness
wid
Miss
Ellen
's
po
'
teers
,
juckin
'
de
poles
plum
outer
de
wood
,
an
'
drappin
'
dem
on
de
flo
'
in
de
dust
.
Miss
Ellen
set
gret
sto
'
by
dem
po
'
teers
an
'
Ah
ain
'
'
tendin
'
ter
have
you
muss
dem
up
dat
way
.
"
Scarlett
turned
green
eyes
on
Mammy
,
eyes
which
were
feverishly
gay
,
eyes
which
looked
like
the
bad
little
girl
of
the
good
old
days
Mammy
sighed
about
.
"
Scoot
up
to
the
attic
and
get
my
box
of
dress
patterns
,
Mammy
,
"
she
cried
,
giving
her
a
slight
shove
.
"
I
'm
going
to
have
a
new
dress
.
"
Mammy
was
torn
between
indignation
at
the
very
idea
of
her
two
hundred
pounds
scooting
anywhere
,
much
less
to
the
attic
,
and
the
dawning
of
a
horrid
suspicion
.
Quickly
she
snatched
the
curtain
lengths
from
Scarlett
,
holding
them
against
her
monumental
,
sagging
breasts
as
if
they
were
holy
relics
.
