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"
Chile
,
Ah
din
'
know
but
Ah
din
'
lak
de
look
on
yo
'
face
yestiddy
.
An
'
Ah
'
membered
Miss
Pittypat
writin
'
Miss
Melly
dat
dat
rapscallion
Butler
man
had
lots
of
money
an
'
Ah
doan
fergit
whut
Ah
hears
.
But
Mist
'
Frank
,
he
a
gempmum
even
ef
he
ain
'
so
pretty
.
"
Scarlett
gave
her
a
sharp
look
and
Mammy
returned
the
gaze
with
calm
omniscience
.
"
Well
,
what
are
you
going
to
do
about
it
?
Tattle
to
Suellen
?
"
"
Ah
is
gwine
ter
he
'
p
you
pleasure
Mist
'
Frank
eve
'
y
way
Ah
knows
how
,
"
said
Mammy
,
tucking
the
covers
about
Scarlett
's
neck
.
Scarlett
lay
quietly
for
a
while
,
as
Mammy
fussed
about
the
room
,
relief
flooding
her
that
there
was
no
need
for
words
between
them
.
No
explanations
were
asked
,
no
reproaches
made
.
Mammy
understood
and
was
silent
.
In
Mammy
,
Scarlett
had
found
a
realist
more
uncompromising
than
herself
.
The
mottled
wise
old
eyes
saw
deeply
,
saw
clearly
,
with
the
directness
of
the
savage
and
the
child
,
undeterred
by
conscience
when
danger
threatened
her
pet
.
Scarlett
was
her
baby
and
what
her
baby
wanted
,
even
though
it
belonged
to
another
,
Mammy
was
willing
to
help
her
obtain
.
The
rights
of
Suellen
and
Frank
Kennedy
did
not
even
enter
her
mind
,
save
to
cause
a
grim
inward
chuckle
.
Scarlett
was
in
trouble
and
doing
the
best
she
could
,
and
Scarlett
was
Miss
Ellen
's
child
.
Mammy
rallied
to
her
with
never
a
moment
's
hesitation
.
Scarlett
felt
the
silent
reinforcement
and
,
as
the
hot
brick
at
her
feet
warmed
her
,
the
hope
which
had
flickered
faintly
on
the
cold
ride
home
grew
into
a
flame
.
It
swept
through
her
,
making
her
heart
pump
the
blood
through
her
veins
in
pounding
surges
.
Strength
was
coming
back
and
a
reckless
excitement
which
made
her
want
to
laugh
aloud
.
Not
beaten
yet
,
she
thought
exultantly
.
"
Hand
me
the
mirror
,
Mammy
,
"
she
said
.
"
Keep
yo
'
shoulders
unner
dat
kivver
,
"
ordered
Mammy
,
passing
the
hand
mirror
to
her
,
a
smile
on
her
thick
lips
.
Scarlett
looked
at
herself
.
"
I
look
white
as
a
hant
,
"
she
said
,
"
and
my
hair
is
as
wild
as
a
horse
's
tail
.
"
