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"
Well
,
I
do
n't
know
,
"
said
the
sentry
,
scratching
his
head
.
"
They
are
mighty
particular
about
visitors
and
--
"
He
stopped
and
peered
into
her
face
sharply
.
"
Lord
,
lady
!
Do
n't
you
cry
!
You
go
over
to
post
headquarters
and
ask
the
officers
.
They
'll
let
you
see
him
,
I
bet
.
"
Scarlett
,
who
had
no
intention
of
crying
,
beamed
at
him
.
He
turned
to
another
sentry
who
was
slowly
pacing
his
beat
:
"
Yee-ah
,
Bill
.
Come'eer
.
"
The
second
sentry
,
a
large
man
muffled
in
a
blue
overcoat
from
which
villainous
black
whiskers
burst
,
came
through
the
mud
toward
them
.
"
You
take
this
lady
to
headquarters
.
"
Scarlett
thanked
him
and
followed
the
sentry
.
"
Mind
you
do
n't
turn
your
ankle
on
those
stepping
stones
,
"
said
the
soldier
,
taking
her
arm
.
"
And
you
'd
better
hist
up
your
skirts
a
little
to
keep
them
out
of
the
mud
.
"
The
voice
issuing
from
the
whiskers
had
the
same
nasal
twang
but
was
kind
and
pleasant
and
his
hand
was
firm
and
respectful
.
Why
,
Yankees
were
n't
bad
at
all
!
"
It
's
a
mighty
cold
day
for
a
lady
to
be
out
in
,
"
said
her
escort
.
"
Have
you
come
a
fer
piece
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
from
clear
across
the
other
side
of
town
,
"
she
said
,
warming
to
the
kindness
in
his
voice
.
