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She
spoke
without
any
desire
for
sympathy
and
the
two
gave
her
none
.
She
spoke
as
briskly
and
naturally
as
if
her
husband
were
alive
and
in
Jonesboro
and
a
short
buggy
ride
would
bring
them
together
.
Grandma
was
too
old
and
had
seen
too
much
to
fear
death
.
"
But
--
you
can
stand
alone
too
,
"
said
Scarlett
.
"
Yes
,
but
it
's
powerful
uncomfortable
at
times
.
"
"
Look
here
,
Grandma
,
"
interrupted
Mrs.
Tarleton
,
"
you
ought
not
to
talk
to
Scarlett
like
that
.
She
's
upset
enough
already
.
What
with
her
trip
down
here
and
that
tight
dress
and
her
grief
and
the
heat
,
she
's
got
enough
to
make
her
miscarry
without
your
adding
to
it
,
talking
grief
and
sorrow
.
"
"
God
's
nightgown
!
"
cried
Scarlett
in
irritation
.
"
I
'm
not
upset
!
And
I
'm
not
one
of
those
sickly
miscarrying
fools
!
"
"
You
never
can
tell
,
"
said
Mrs.
Tarleton
omnisciently
.
"
I
lost
my
first
when
I
saw
a
bull
gore
one
of
our
darkies
and
--
you
remember
my
red
mare
,
Nellie
?
Now
,
there
was
the
healthiest-looking
mare
you
ever
saw
but
she
was
nervous
and
high
strung
and
if
I
did
n't
watch
her
,
she
'd
--
"
"
Beetrice
,
hush
,
"
said
Grandma
.
"
Scarlett
would
n't
miscarry
on
a
bet
.
Let
's
us
sit
here
in
the
hall
where
it
's
cool
.
There
's
a
nice
draft
through
here
.
Now
,
you
go
fetch
us
a
glass
of
buttermilk
,
Beetrice
,
if
there
's
any
in
the
kitchen
.
Or
look
in
the
pantry
and
see
if
there
's
any
wine
.
I
could
do
with
a
glass
.
We
'll
sit
here
till
the
folks
come
up
to
say
goodby
.
"
"
Scarlett
ought
to
be
in
bed
,
"
insisted
Mrs.
Tarleton
,
running
her
eyes
over
her
with
the
expert
air
of
one
who
calculated
a
pregnancy
to
the
last
minute
of
its
length
.
"
Get
going
,
"
said
Grandma
,
giving
her
a
prod
with
her
cane
,
and
Mrs.
