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She
knew
if
she
once
began
it
would
be
like
the
time
she
cried
into
the
horse
's
mane
,
that
dreadful
night
when
Atlanta
fell
and
Rhett
had
left
her
on
the
dark
road
outside
the
town
,
terrible
tears
that
tore
her
heart
and
could
not
be
stopped
.
No
,
she
would
n't
cry
!
She
felt
the
lump
in
her
throat
rising
again
,
as
it
had
done
so
often
since
the
news
came
,
but
crying
would
n't
do
any
good
.
It
would
only
confuse
and
weaken
her
.
Why
,
oh
,
why
had
n't
Will
or
Melanie
or
the
girls
written
her
that
Gerald
was
ailing
?
She
would
have
taken
the
first
train
to
Tara
to
care
for
him
,
brought
a
doctor
from
Atlanta
if
necessary
.
The
fools
--
all
of
them
!
Could
n't
they
manage
anything
without
her
?
She
could
n't
be
in
two
places
at
once
and
the
good
Lord
knew
she
was
doing
her
best
for
them
all
in
Atlanta
.
She
twisted
about
on
the
keg
,
becoming
nervous
and
fidgety
as
Will
still
did
not
come
.
Where
was
he
?
Then
she
heard
the
scrunching
of
cinders
on
the
railroad
tracks
behind
her
and
,
twisting
her
body
,
she
saw
Alex
Fontaine
crossing
the
tracks
toward
a
wagon
,
a
sack
of
oats
on
his
shoulder
.
"
Good
Lord
!
Is
n't
that
you
,
Scarlett
?
"
he
cried
,
dropping
the
sack
and
running
to
take
her
hand
,
pleasure
written
all
over
his
bitter
,
swarthy
little
face
.
"
I
'm
so
glad
to
see
you
.
I
saw
Will
over
at
the
blacksmith
's
shop
,
getting
the
horse
shod
.
The
train
was
late
and
he
thought
he
'd
have
time
.
Shall
I
run
fetch
him
?
"
"
Yes
,
please
,
Alex
,
"
she
said
,
smiling
in
spite
of
her
sorrow
.
It
was
good
to
see
a
County
face
again
.
"
Oh
--
er
--
Scarlett
,
"
he
began
awkwardly
,
still
holding
her
hand
,
"
I
'm
mighty
sorry
about
your
father
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
"
she
replied
,
wishing
he
had
not
said
it
.
His
words
brought
up
Gerald
's
florid
face
and
bellowing
voice
so
clearly
.
"
If
it
's
any
comfort
to
you
,
Scarlett
,
we
're
mighty
proud
of
him
around
here
,
"
Alex
continued
,
dropping
her
hand
.
"
He
--
well
,
we
figure
he
died
like
a
soldier
and
in
a
soldier
's
cause
.
"
Now
what
did
he
mean
by
that
,
she
thought
confusedly
.
A
soldier
?
Had
someone
shot
him
?
Had
he
gotten
into
a
fight
with
the
Scallawags
as
Tony
had
?
But
she
must
n't
hear
more
.
She
would
cry
if
she
talked
about
him
and
she
must
n't
cry
,
not
until
she
was
safely
in
the
wagon
with
Will
and
out
in
the
country
where
no
stranger
could
see
her
.
Will
would
n't
matter
.
He
was
just
like
a
brother
.
"
Alex
,
I
do
n't
want
to
talk
about
it
,
"
she
said
shortly
.
