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"
Yes
,
folks
are
pretty
riled
up
about
her
.
Everybody
I
run
into
this
afternoon
in
Jonesboro
was
promisin
'
to
cut
her
dead
the
next
time
they
seen
her
,
but
maybe
they
'll
get
over
it
.
Now
,
promise
me
you
wo
n't
light
into
her
.
I
wo
n't
be
havin
'
no
quarrelin
'
tonight
with
Mr.
O'Hara
layin
'
dead
in
the
parlor
.
"
HE
wo
n't
be
having
any
quarreling
!
thought
Scarlett
,
indignantly
.
He
talks
like
Tara
was
his
already
!
And
then
she
thought
of
Gerald
,
dead
in
the
parlor
,
and
suddenly
she
began
to
cry
,
cry
in
bitter
,
gulping
sobs
.
Will
put
his
arm
around
her
,
drew
her
comfortably
close
and
said
nothing
.
As
they
jolted
slowly
down
the
darkening
road
,
her
head
on
his
shoulder
,
her
bonnet
askew
,
she
had
forgotten
the
Gerald
of
the
last
two
years
,
the
vague
old
gentleman
who
stared
at
doors
waiting
for
a
woman
who
would
never
enter
.
She
was
remembering
the
vital
,
virile
old
man
with
his
mane
of
crisp
white
hair
,
his
bellowing
cheerfulness
,
his
stamping
boots
,
his
clumsy
jokes
,
his
generosity
.
She
remembered
how
,
as
a
child
,
he
had
seemed
the
most
wonderful
man
in
the
world
,
this
blustering
father
who
carried
her
before
him
on
his
saddle
when
he
jumped
fences
,
turned
her
up
and
paddled
her
when
she
was
naughty
,
and
then
cried
when
she
cried
and
gave
her
quarters
to
get
her
to
hush
.
She
remembered
him
coming
home
from
Charleston
and
Atlanta
laden
with
gifts
that
were
never
appropriate
,
remembered
too
,
with
a
faint
smile
through
tears
,
how
he
came
home
in
the
wee
hours
from
Court
Day
at
Jonesboro
,
drunk
as
seven
earls
,
jumping
fences
,
his
rollicking
voice
raised
in
"
The
Wearin
'
o
'
the
Green
.
"
And
how
abashed
he
was
,
facing
Ellen
on
the
morning
after
.
Well
,
he
was
with
Ellen
now
.
"
Why
did
n't
you
write
me
that
he
was
ill
?
I
'd
have
come
so
fast
--
"
"
He
war
n't
ill
,
not
a
minute
.
Here
,
honey
,
take
my
handkerchief
and
I
'll
tell
you
all
about
it
.
"
She
blew
her
nose
on
his
bandanna
,
for
she
had
come
from
Atlanta
without
even
a
handkerchief
,
and
settled
back
into
the
crook
of
Will
's
arm
.
How
nice
Will
was
.
Nothing
ever
upset
him
.
"
Well
,
it
was
this
way
,
Scarlett
.
You
been
sendin
'
us
money
right
along
and
Ashley
and
me
,
well
,
we
've
paid
taxes
and
bought
the
mule
and
seeds
and
what-all
and
a
few
hogs
and
chickens
.
Miss
Melly
's
done
mighty
well
with
the
hens
,
yes
sir
,
she
has
.
She
's
a
fine
woman
,
Miss
Melly
is
.
Well
,
anyway
,
after
we
bought
things
for
Tara
,
there
war
n't
so
much
left
over
for
folderols
,
but
none
of
us
war
n't
complainin
'
.
Except
Suellen
.
