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Mammy
's
look
changed
to
faint
worry
as
she
felt
Scarlett
's
hands
and
looked
into
her
face
She
certainly
did
n't
look
well
.
The
excitement
of
her
thoughts
had
abruptly
ebbed
,
leaving
her
white
and
shaking
.
"
Yo
'
han
's
lak
ice
,
honey
.
You
come
ter
bed
an
'
Ah
'll
brew
you
some
sassfrass
tea
an
'
git
you
a
hot
brick
ter
mek
you
sweat
.
"
"
How
thoughtless
I
've
been
,
"
cried
the
plump
old
lady
,
hopping
from
her
chair
and
patting
Scarlett
's
arm
.
"
Just
chattering
on
and
not
thinking
of
you
.
Honey
,
you
shall
stay
in
bed
all
tomorrow
and
rest
up
and
we
can
gossip
together
--
Oh
,
dear
,
no
!
I
ca
n't
be
with
you
.
I
've
promised
to
sit
with
Mrs.
Bonnell
tomorrow
.
She
is
down
with
la
grippe
and
so
is
her
cook
.
Mammy
,
I
'm
so
glad
you
are
here
.
You
must
go
over
with
me
in
the
morning
and
help
me
.
"
Mammy
hurried
Scarlett
up
the
dark
stairs
,
muttering
fussy
remarks
about
cold
hands
and
thin
shoes
and
Scarlett
looked
meek
and
was
well
content
.
If
she
could
only
lull
Mammy
's
suspicions
further
and
get
her
out
of
the
house
in
the
morning
,
all
would
be
well
.
Then
she
could
go
to
the
Yankee
jail
and
see
Rhett
.
As
she
climbed
the
stairs
,
the
faint
rumbling
of
thunder
began
and
,
standing
on
the
well-remembered
landing
,
she
thought
how
like
the
siege
cannon
it
sounded
.
She
shivered
.
Forever
,
thunder
would
mean
cannon
and
war
to
her
.
The
sun
shone
intermittently
the
next
morning
and
the
hard
wind
that
drove
dark
clouds
swiftly
across
its
face
rattled
the
windowpanes
and
moaned
faintly
about
the
house
.
Scarlett
said
a
brief
prayer
of
thanksgiving
that
the
rain
of
the
previous
night
had
ceased
,
for
she
had
lain
awake
listening
to
it
,
knowing
that
it
would
mean
the
ruin
of
her
velvet
dress
and
new
bonnet
.
Now
that
she
could
catch
fleeting
glimpses
of
the
sun
,
her
spirits
soared
.
She
could
hardly
remain
in
bed
and
look
languid
and
make
croaking
noises
until
Aunt
Pitty
,
Mammy
and
Uncle
Peter
were
out
of
the
house
and
on
their
way
to
Mrs.
Bonnell
's
.
When
,
at
last
,
the
front
gate
banged
and
she
was
alone
in
the
house
,
except
for
Cookie
who
was
singing
in
the
kitchen
,
she
leaped
from
the
bed
and
lifted
her
new
clothes
from
the
closet
hooks
.
Sleep
had
refreshed
her
and
given
her
strength
and
from
the
cold
hard
core
at
the
bottom
of
her
heart
,
she
drew
courage
.
There
was
something
about
the
prospect
of
a
struggle
of
wits
with
a
man
--
with
any
man
--
that
put
her
on
her
mettle
and
,
after
months
of
battling
against
countless
discouragements
,
the
knowledge
that
she
was
at
last
facing
a
definite
adversary
,
one
whom
she
might
unhorse
by
her
own
efforts
,
gave
her
a
buoyant
sensation
.
Dressing
unaided
was
difficult
but
she
finally
accomplished
it
and
putting
on
the
bonnet
with
its
rakish
feathers
she
ran
to
Aunt
Pitty
's
room
to
preen
herself
in
front
of
the
long
mirror
.
How
pretty
she
looked
!
The
cock
feathers
gave
her
a
dashing
air
and
the
dull-green
velvet
of
the
bonnet
made
her
eyes
startlingly
bright
,
almost
emerald
colored
.
And
the
dress
was
incomparable
,
so
rich
and
handsome
looking
and
yet
so
dignified
!
It
was
wonderful
to
have
a
lovely
dress
again
.
It
was
so
nice
to
know
that
she
looked
pretty
and
provocative
,
and
she
impulsively
bent
forward
and
kissed
her
reflection
in
the
mirror
and
then
laughed
at
her
own
foolishness
.
She
picked
up
Ellen
's
Paisley
shawl
to
wrap
about
her
but
the
colors
of
the
faded
old
square
clashed
with
the
moss-green
dress
and
made
her
appear
a
little
shabby
.
Opening
Aunt
Pitty
's
closet
she
removed
a
black
broadcloth
cloak
,
a
thin
fall
garment
which
Pitty
used
only
for
Sunday
wear
,
and
put
it
on
.
She
slipped
into
her
pierced
ears
the
diamond
earrings
she
had
brought
from
Tara
,
and
tossed
her
head
to
observe
the
effect
.
They
made
pleasant
clicking
noises
which
were
very
satisfactory
and
she
thought
that
she
must
remember
to
toss
her
head
frequently
when
with
Rhett
.
Dancing
earrings
always
attracted
a
man
and
gave
a
girl
such
a
spirited
air
.
What
a
shame
Aunt
Pitty
had
no
other
gloves
than
the
ones
now
on
her
fat
hands
!
No
woman
could
really
feel
like
a
lady
without
gloves
,
but
Scarlett
had
not
had
a
pair
since
she
left
Atlanta
.
And
the
long
months
of
hard
work
at
Tara
had
roughened
her
hands
until
they
were
far
from
pretty
.
Well
,
it
could
n't
be
helped
.
She
'd
take
Aunt
Pitty
's
little
seal
muff
and
hide
her
bare
hands
in
it
.
Scarlett
felt
that
it
gave
her
the
final
finishing
touch
of
elegance
.
