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Alex
was
silent
for
a
moment
.
"
I
'll
get
Will
for
you
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
we
'll
all
be
over
tomorrow
for
the
funeral
.
"
As
he
picked
up
the
sack
of
oats
and
turned
away
,
a
wobbly-wheeled
wagon
swayed
out
of
a
side
street
and
creaked
up
to
them
.
Will
called
from
the
seat
:
"
I
'm
sorry
I
'm
late
,
Scarlett
.
"
Climbing
awkwardly
down
from
the
wagon
,
he
stumped
toward
her
and
,
bending
,
kissed
her
cheek
.
Will
had
never
kissed
her
before
,
had
never
failed
to
precede
her
name
with
"
Miss
"
and
,
while
it
surprised
her
,
it
warmed
her
heart
and
pleased
her
very
much
.
He
lifted
her
carefully
over
the
wheel
and
into
the
wagon
and
,
looking
down
,
she
saw
that
it
was
the
same
old
rickety
wagon
in
which
she
had
fled
from
Atlanta
.
How
had
it
ever
held
together
so
long
?
Will
must
have
kept
it
patched
up
very
well
.
It
made
her
slightly
sick
to
look
at
it
and
to
remember
that
night
.
If
it
took
the
shoes
off
her
feet
or
food
from
Aunt
Pitty
's
table
,
she
'd
see
that
there
was
a
new
wagon
at
Tara
and
this
one
burned
.
Will
did
not
speak
at
first
and
Scarlett
was
grateful
.
He
threw
his
battered
straw
hat
into
the
back
of
the
wagon
,
clucked
to
the
horse
and
they
moved
off
.
Will
was
just
the
same
,
lank
and
gangling
,
pink
of
hair
,
mild
of
eye
,
patient
as
a
draft
animal
.
They
left
the
village
behind
and
turned
into
the
red
road
to
Tara
.
A
faint
pink
still
lingered
about
the
edges
of
the
sky
and
fat
feathery
clouds
were
tinged
with
gold
and
palest
green
.
The
stillness
of
the
country
twilight
came
down
about
them
as
calming
as
a
prayer
.
How
had
she
ever
borne
it
,
she
thought
,
away
for
all
these
months
,
away
from
the
fresh
smell
of
country
air
,
the
plowed
earth
and
the
sweetness
of
summer
nights
?
The
moist
red
earth
smelled
so
good
,
so
familiar
,
so
friendly
,
she
wanted
to
get
out
and
scoop
up
a
handful
.
The
honeysuckle
which
draped
the
gullied
red
sides
of
the
road
in
tangled
greenery
was
piercingly
fragrant
as
always
after
rain
,
the
sweetest
perfume
in
the
world
.
Above
their
heads
a
flock
of
chimney
swallows
whirled
suddenly
on
swift
wings
and
now
and
then
a
rabbit
scurried
startled
across
the
road
,
his
white
tail
bobbing
like
an
eiderdown
powder
puff
.
She
saw
with
pleasure
that
the
cotton
stood
well
,
as
they
passed
between
plowed
fields
where
the
green
bushes
reared
themselves
sturdily
out
of
the
red
earth
.
How
beautiful
all
this
was
!
The
soft
gray
mist
in
the
swampy
bottoms
,
the
red
earth
and
growing
cotton
,
the
sloping
fields
with
curving
green
rows
and
the
black
pines
rising
behind
everything
like
sable
walls
.
How
had
she
ever
stayed
in
Atlanta
so
long
?
"
Scarlett
,
before
I
tell
you
about
Mr.
O'Hara
--
and
I
want
to
tell
you
everything
before
you
get
home
--
I
want
to
ask
your
opinion
on
a
matter
.
I
figger
you
're
the
head
of
the
house
now
.
"
"
What
is
it
,
Will
?
"
He
turned
his
mild
sober
gaze
on
her
for
a
moment
.
