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"
Yassah
,
you
kin
sen
'
me
ter
Tara
,
quick
as
you
kin
.
De
Yankees
is
affer
me
.
"
Frank
had
listened
to
this
statement
calmly
too
,
and
had
asked
no
questions
.
He
had
looked
very
much
as
he
did
the
night
Tony
came
beating
on
their
door
,
as
though
this
was
an
exclusively
masculine
affair
and
one
to
be
handled
with
a
minimum
of
words
and
emotions
.
"
You
go
get
in
the
buggy
.
I
'll
have
Peter
drive
you
as
far
as
Rough
and
Ready
tonight
and
you
can
hide
in
the
woods
till
morning
and
then
catch
the
train
to
Jonesboro
.
It
'll
be
safer
...
Now
,
Sugar
,
stop
crying
.
It
's
all
over
now
and
you
are
n't
really
hurt
.
Miss
Pitty
,
could
I
have
your
smelling
salts
?
And
Mammy
,
fetch
Miss
Scarlett
a
glass
of
wine
.
"
Scarlett
had
burst
into
renewed
tears
,
this
time
tears
of
rage
.
She
wanted
comforting
,
indignation
,
threats
of
vengeance
.
She
would
even
have
preferred
him
storming
at
her
,
saying
that
this
was
just
what
he
had
warned
her
would
happen
--
anything
rather
than
have
him
take
it
all
so
casually
and
treat
her
danger
as
a
matter
of
small
moment
.
He
was
nice
and
gentle
,
of
course
,
but
in
an
absent
way
as
if
he
had
something
far
more
important
on
his
mind
.
And
that
important
thing
had
turned
out
to
be
a
small
political
meeting
!
She
could
hardly
believe
her
ears
when
he
told
her
to
change
her
dress
and
get
ready
for
him
to
escort
her
over
to
Melanie
's
for
the
evening
.
He
must
know
how
harrowing
her
experience
had
been
,
must
know
she
did
not
want
to
spend
an
evening
at
Melanie
's
when
her
tired
body
and
jangled
nerves
cried
out
for
the
warm
relaxation
of
bed
and
blankets
--
with
a
hot
brick
to
make
her
toes
tingle
and
a
hot
toddy
to
soothe
her
fears
.
If
he
really
loved
her
,
nothing
could
have
forced
him
from
her
side
on
this
of
all
nights
.
He
would
have
stayed
home
and
held
her
hand
and
told
her
over
and
over
that
he
would
have
died
if
anything
had
happened
to
her
.
And
when
he
came
home
tonight
and
she
had
him
alone
,
she
would
certainly
tell
him
so
.
Melanie
's
small
parlor
looked
as
serene
as
it
usually
did
on
nights
when
Frank
and
Ashley
were
away
and
the
women
gathered
together
to
sew
.
The
room
was
warm
and
cheerful
in
the
firelight
.
The
lamp
on
the
table
shed
a
quiet
yellow
glow
on
the
four
smooth
heads
bent
to
their
needlework
.
Four
skirts
billowed
modestly
,
eight
small
feet
were
daintily
placed
on
low
hassocks
.
The
quiet
breathing
of
Wade
,
Ella
and
Beau
came
through
the
open
door
of
the
nursery
.
Archie
sat
on
a
stool
by
the
hearth
,
his
back
against
the
fireplace
,
his
cheek
distended
with
tobacco
,
whittling
industriously
on
a
bit
of
wood
.
The
contrast
between
the
dirty
,
hairy
old
man
and
the
four
neat
,
fastidious
ladies
was
as
great
as
though
he
were
a
grizzled
,
vicious
old
watchdog
and
they
four
small
kittens
.
Melanie
's
soft
voice
,
tinged
with
indignation
,
went
on
and
on
as
she
told
of
the
recent
outburst
of
temperament
on
the
part
of
the
Lady
Harpists
.
Unable
to
agree
with
the
Gentlemen
's
Glee
Club
as
to
the
program
for
their
next
recital
,
the
ladies
had
waited
on
Melanie
that
afternoon
and
announced
their
intention
of
withdrawing
completely
from
the
Musical
Circle
.
It
had
taken
all
of
Melanie
's
diplomacy
to
persuade
them
to
defer
their
decision
.
