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"
Lor
'
!
Not
I
,
dearie
,
"
laughed
the
Maine
woman
.
"
I
never
saw
a
nigger
till
I
came
South
last
month
and
I
do
n't
care
if
I
never
see
another
.
They
give
me
the
creeps
.
I
would
n't
trust
one
of
them
...
"
For
some
moments
Scarlett
had
been
conscious
that
Uncle
Peter
was
breathing
hard
and
sitting
up
very
straight
as
he
stared
steadily
at
the
horse
's
ears
.
Her
attention
was
called
to
him
more
forcibly
when
the
Maine
woman
broke
off
suddenly
with
a
laugh
and
pointed
him
out
to
her
companions
.
"
Look
at
that
old
nigger
swell
up
like
a
toad
,
"
she
giggled
.
"
I
'll
bet
he
's
an
old
pet
of
yours
,
is
n't
he
?
You
Southerners
do
n't
know
how
to
treat
niggers
.
You
spoil
them
to
death
.
"
Peter
sucked
in
his
breath
and
his
wrinkled
brow
showed
deep
furrows
but
he
kept
his
eyes
straight
ahead
.
He
had
never
had
the
term
"
nigger
"
applied
to
him
by
a
white
person
in
all
his
life
.
By
other
negroes
,
yes
.
But
never
by
a
white
person
.
And
to
be
called
untrustworthy
and
an
"
old
pet
,
"
he
,
Peter
,
who
had
been
the
dignified
mainstay
of
the
Hamilton
family
for
years
!
Scarlett
felt
,
rather
than
saw
,
the
black
chin
begin
to
shake
with
hurt
pride
,
and
a
killing
rage
swept
over
her
.
She
had
listened
with
calm
contempt
while
these
women
had
underrated
the
Confederate
Army
,
blackguarded
Jeff
Davis
and
accused
Southerners
of
murder
and
torture
of
their
slaves
.
If
it
were
to
her
advantage
she
would
have
endured
insults
about
her
own
virtue
and
honesty
.
But
the
knowledge
that
they
had
hurt
the
faithful
old
darky
with
their
stupid
remarks
fired
her
like
a
match
in
gunpowder
.
For
a
moment
she
looked
at
the
big
horse
pistol
in
Peter
's
belt
and
her
hands
itched
for
the
feel
of
it
.
They
deserved
killing
,
these
insolent
,
ignorant
,
arrogant
conquerors
.
But
she
bit
down
on
her
teeth
until
her
jaw
muscles
stood
out
,
reminding
herself
that
the
time
had
not
yet
come
when
she
could
tell
the
Yankees
just
what
she
thought
of
them
.
Some
day
,
yes
.
My
God
,
yes
!
But
not
yet
.
"
Uncle
Peter
is
one
of
our
family
,
"
she
said
,
her
voice
shaking
.
"
Good
afternoon
.
Drive
on
,
Peter
.
"
Peter
laid
the
whip
on
the
horse
so
suddenly
that
the
startled
animal
jumped
forward
and
as
the
buggy
jounced
off
,
Scarlett
heard
the
Maine
woman
say
with
puzzled
accents
:
"
Her
family
?
You
do
n't
suppose
she
meant
a
relative
?
He
's
exceedingly
black
.
"
God
damn
them
!
They
ought
to
be
wiped
off
the
face
of
the
earth
.
If
ever
I
get
money
enough
,
I
'll
spit
in
all
their
faces
!
I
'll
--
She
glanced
at
Peter
and
saw
that
a
tear
was
trickling
down
his
nose
.
Instantly
a
passion
of
tenderness
,
of
grief
for
his
humiliation
swamped
her
,
made
her
eyes
sting
.
It
was
as
though
someone
had
been
senselessly
brutal
to
a
child
.
Those
women
had
hurt
Uncle
Peter
--
Peter
who
had
been
through
the
Mexican
War
with
old
Colonel
Hamilton
,
Peter
who
had
held
his
master
in
his
arms
when
he
died
,
who
had
raised
Melly
and
Charles
and
looked
after
the
feckless
,
foolish
Pittypat
,
"
pertecked
"
her
when
she
refugeed
,
and
"
'
quired
"
a
horse
to
bring
her
back
from
Macon
through
a
war-torn
country
after
the
surrender
.
And
they
said
they
would
n't
trust
niggers
!
