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"
Mist
'
Gerald
,
"
he
announced
,
breathing
hard
,
the
pride
of
a
bridegroom
all
over
his
shining
face
,
"
you
'
new
'
oman
done
come
.
"
"
New
woman
?
I
did
n't
buy
any
new
woman
,
"
declared
Gerald
,
pretending
to
glare
.
"
Yassah
,
you
did
,
Mist
'
Gerald
!
Yassah
!
An
'
she
out
hyah
now
wanting
ter
speak
wid
you
,
"
answered
Pork
,
giggling
and
twisting
his
hands
in
excitement
.
"
Well
,
bring
in
the
bride
,
"
said
Gerald
,
and
Pork
,
turning
,
beckoned
into
the
hall
to
his
wife
,
newly
arrived
from
the
Wilkes
plantation
to
become
part
of
the
household
of
Tara
.
She
entered
,
and
behind
her
,
almost
hidden
by
her
voluminous
calico
skirts
,
came
her
twelve-year-old
daughter
,
squirming
against
her
mother
's
legs
.
Dilcey
was
tall
and
bore
herself
erectly
.
She
might
have
been
any
age
from
thirty
to
sixty
,
so
unlined
was
her
immobile
bronze
face
.
Indian
blood
was
plain
in
her
features
,
overbalancing
the
negroid
characteristics
.
The
red
color
of
her
skin
,
narrow
high
forehead
,
prominent
cheek
bones
and
the
hawk-bridged
nose
which
flattened
at
the
end
above
thick
negro
lips
,
all
showed
the
mixture
of
two
races
.
She
was
self-possessed
and
walked
with
a
dignity
that
surpassed
even
Mammy
's
,
for
Mammy
had
acquired
her
dignity
and
Dilcey
's
was
in
her
blood
.
When
she
spoke
,
her
voice
was
not
so
slurred
as
most
negroes
'
and
she
chose
her
words
more
carefully
.
"
Good
evenin
'
,
young
Misses
.
Mist
'
Gerald
,
I
is
sorry
to
'
sturb
you
,
but
I
wanted
to
come
here
and
thank
you
agin
fo
'
buyin
'
me
and
my
chile
.
Lots
of
gentlemens
might
a
'
bought
me
but
they
would
n't
a
'
bought
my
Prissy
,
too
,
jes
'
to
keep
me
frum
grievin
'
and
I
thanks
you
.
I
'm
gwine
do
my
bes
'
fo
'
you
and
show
you
I
ai
n't
forgettin
'
.
"
"
Hum
--
hurrump
,
"
said
Gerald
,
clearing
his
throat
in
embarrassment
at
being
caught
openly
in
an
act
of
kindness
.
Dilcey
turned
to
Scarlett
and
something
like
a
smile
wrinkled
the
corners
of
her
eyes
.
"
Miss
Scarlett
,
Poke
done
tole
me
how
you
ast
Mist
Gerald
to
buy
me
.
And
so
I
'm
gwine
give
you
my
Prissy
fo
'
yo
'
own
maid
.
"
