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"
When
did
you
last
have
ham
?
"
The
man
looked
down
at
the
ground
.
"
Speak
up
.
"
Still
the
man
stood
silent
and
abject
.
Finally
he
raised
his
eyes
,
looked
Scarlett
in
the
face
imploringly
and
dropped
his
gaze
again
.
"
Scared
to
talk
,
eh
?
Well
,
go
in
the
pantry
and
get
that
ham
off
the
shelf
.
Rebecca
,
give
him
your
knife
.
Take
it
out
to
those
men
and
divide
it
up
.
Rebecca
,
make
some
biscuits
and
coffee
for
the
men
.
And
serve
plenty
of
sorghum
.
Start
now
,
so
I
can
see
you
do
it
.
"
"
Dat
's
Mist
'
Johnnie
's
privut
flour
an
'
coffee
,
"
Rebecca
muttered
frightenedly
.
"
Mr.
Johnnie
's
,
my
foot
!
I
suppose
it
's
his
private
ham
too
.
You
do
what
I
say
.
Get
busy
.
Johnnie
Gallegher
,
come
out
to
the
buggy
with
me
.
"
She
stalked
across
the
littered
yard
and
climbed
into
the
buggy
,
noticing
with
grim
satisfaction
that
the
men
were
tearing
at
the
ham
and
cramming
bits
into
their
mouths
voraciously
.
They
looked
as
if
they
feared
it
would
be
taken
from
them
at
any
minute
.
"
You
are
a
rare
scoundrel
!
"
she
cried
furiously
to
Johnnie
as
he
stood
at
the
wheel
,
his
hat
pushed
back
from
his
lowering
brow
.
"
And
you
can
just
hand
over
to
me
the
price
of
my
supplies
.
In
the
future
,
I
'll
bring
you
provisions
every
day
instead
of
ordering
them
by
the
month
.
Then
you
ca
n't
cheat
me
.
"
"
In
the
future
I
wo
n't
be
here
,
"
said
Johnnie
Gallegher
.
