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When
the
last
good-by
had
been
said
and
the
last
sound
of
wheels
and
hooves
died
away
,
Scarlett
went
into
Ellen
's
office
and
removed
a
gleaming
object
from
where
she
had
hidden
it
the
night
before
between
the
yellowed
papers
in
the
pigeon-holes
of
the
secretary
.
Hearing
Pork
sniffling
in
the
dining
room
as
he
went
about
laying
the
table
for
dinner
she
called
to
him
.
He
came
to
her
,
his
black
face
as
forlorn
as
a
lost
and
masterless
hound
.
"
Pork
,
"
she
said
sternly
,
"
you
cry
just
once
more
and
I
'll
--
I
'll
cry
,
too
.
You
've
got
to
stop
.
"
"
Yas
'm
.
Ah
try
but
eve
'
y
time
Ah
try
Ah
thinks
of
Mist
'
Gerald
an
'
--
"
"
Well
,
do
n't
think
.
I
can
stand
everybody
else
's
tears
but
not
yours
.
There
,
"
she
broke
off
gently
,
"
do
n't
you
see
?
I
ca
n't
stand
yours
because
I
know
how
you
loved
him
.
Blow
your
nose
,
Pork
.
I
've
got
a
present
for
you
.
"
A
little
interest
flickered
in
Pork
's
eyes
as
he
blew
his
nose
loudly
but
it
was
more
politeness
than
interest
.
"
You
remember
that
night
you
got
shot
robbing
somebody
's
hen
house
?
"
"
Lawd
Gawd
,
Miss
Scarlett
!
Ah
ain
'
never
--
"
"
Well
,
you
did
,
so
do
n't
lie
to
me
about
it
at
this
late
date
.
You
remember
I
said
I
was
going
to
give
you
a
watch
for
being
so
faithful
?
"
"
Yas
'm
,
Ah
'
members
.
Ah
figgered
you
'd
done
fergot
.
"
"
No
,
I
did
n't
forget
and
here
it
is
.
"
