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Yes
,
a
baby
would
make
her
happy
and
would
take
her
mind
off
things
she
had
no
business
fooling
with
.
Sometimes
Frank
sighed
,
thinking
he
had
caught
a
tropic
bird
,
all
flame
and
jewel
color
,
when
a
wren
would
have
served
him
just
as
well
.
In
fact
,
much
better
.
It
was
on
a
wild
wet
night
in
April
that
Tony
Fontaine
rode
in
from
Jonesboro
on
a
lathered
horse
that
was
half
dead
from
exhaustion
and
came
knocking
at
their
door
,
rousing
her
and
Frank
from
sleep
with
their
hearts
in
their
throats
.
Then
for
the
second
time
in
four
months
,
Scarlett
was
made
to
feel
acutely
what
Reconstruction
in
all
its
implications
meant
,
made
to
understand
more
completely
what
was
in
Will
's
mind
when
he
said
"
Our
troubles
have
just
begun
,
"
to
know
that
the
bleak
words
of
Ashley
,
spoken
in
the
wind-swept
orchard
of
Tara
,
were
true
:
"
This
that
's
facing
all
of
us
is
worse
than
war
--
worse
than
prison
--
worse
than
death
.
"
The
first
time
she
had
come
face
to
face
with
Reconstruction
was
when
she
learned
that
Jonas
Wilkerson
with
the
aid
of
the
Yankees
could
evict
her
from
Tara
.
But
Tony
's
advent
brought
it
all
home
to
her
in
a
far
more
terrifying
manner
.
Tony
came
in
the
dark
and
the
lashing
rain
and
in
a
few
minutes
he
was
gone
back
into
the
night
forever
,
but
in
the
brief
interval
between
he
raised
the
curtain
on
a
scene
of
new
horror
,
a
curtain
that
she
felt
hopelessly
would
never
be
lowered
again
.
That
stormy
night
when
the
knocker
hammered
on
the
door
with
such
hurried
urgency
,
she
stood
on
the
landing
,
clutching
her
wrapper
to
her
and
,
looking
down
into
the
hall
below
,
had
one
glimpse
of
Tony
's
swarthy
saturnine
face
before
he
leaned
forward
and
blew
out
the
candle
in
Frank
's
hand
.
She
hurried
down
in
the
darkness
to
grasp
his
cold
wet
hand
and
hear
him
whisper
:
"
They
're
after
me
--
going
to
Texas
--
my
horse
is
about
dead
--
and
I
'm
about
starved
.
Ashley
said
you
'd
--
Do
n't
light
the
candle
!
Do
n't
wake
the
darkies
...
I
do
n't
want
to
get
you
folks
in
trouble
if
I
can
help
it
.
"
With
the
kitchen
blinds
drawn
and
all
the
shades
pulled
down
to
the
sills
,
he
permitted
a
light
and
he
talked
to
Frank
in
swift
jerky
sentences
as
Scarlett
hurried
about
,
trying
to
scrape
together
a
meal
for
him
.
He
was
without
a
greatcoat
and
soaked
to
the
skin
.
He
was
hatless
and
his
black
hair
was
plastered
to
his
little
skull
.
But
the
merriment
of
the
Fontaine
boys
,
a
chilling
merriment
that
night
,
was
in
his
little
dancing
eyes
as
he
gulped
down
the
whisky
she
brought
him
.
Scarlett
thanked
God
that
Aunt
Pittypat
was
snoring
undisturbed
upstairs
.
She
would
certainly
swoon
if
she
saw
this
apparition
.
"
One
damned
bast
--
Scallawag
less
,
"
said
Tony
,
holding
out
his
glass
for
another
drink
.
"
I
've
ridden
hard
and
it
'll
cost
me
my
skin
if
I
do
n't
get
out
of
here
quick
,
but
it
was
worth
it
.
By
God
,
yes
!
I
'm
going
to
try
to
get
to
Texas
and
lay
low
there
.
Ashley
was
with
me
in
Jonesboro
and
he
told
me
to
come
to
you
all
.
Got
to
have
another
horse
,
Frank
,
and
some
money
.
My
horse
is
nearly
dead
--
all
the
way
up
here
at
a
dead
run
--
and
like
a
fool
I
went
out
of
the
house
today
like
a
bat
out
of
hell
without
a
coat
or
hat
or
a
cent
of
money
.
Not
that
there
's
much
money
in
our
house
.
"
He
laughed
and
applied
himself
hungrily
to
the
cold
corn
pone
and
cold
turnip
greens
on
which
congealed
grease
was
thick
in
white
flakes
.
"
You
can
have
my
horse
,
"
said
Frank
calmly
.
"
I
've
only
ten
dollars
with
me
but
if
you
can
wait
till
morning
--
"
