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"
Thank
you
.
I
'll
ride
fast
.
When
the
Yankees
come
here
,
none
of
you
know
anything
.
"
He
was
gone
so
swiftly
,
his
black
cape
melting
into
the
night
,
that
they
could
hardly
realize
he
had
been
there
at
all
until
they
heard
the
spattering
of
gravel
and
the
mad
pounding
of
a
horse
going
off
at
full
gallop
.
"
The
Yankees
coming
here
?
"
cried
Pitty
and
,
her
small
feet
turning
under
her
,
she
collapsed
on
the
sofa
,
too
frightened
for
tears
.
"
What
's
it
all
about
?
What
did
he
mean
?
If
you
do
n't
tell
me
I
'll
go
crazy
!
"
Scarlett
laid
hands
on
Melanie
and
shook
her
violently
as
if
by
force
she
could
shake
an
answer
from
her
.
"
Mean
?
It
means
you
've
probably
been
the
cause
of
Ashley
's
and
Mr.
Kennedy
's
death
!
"
In
spite
of
the
agony
of
fear
there
was
a
note
of
triumph
in
India
's
voice
.
"
Stop
shaking
Melly
.
She
's
going
to
faint
.
"
"
No
,
I
'm
not
,
"
whispered
Melanie
,
clutching
the
back
of
a
chair
.
"
My
God
,
my
God
!
I
do
n't
understand
!
Kill
Ashley
?
Please
,
somebody
tell
me
--
"
Archie
's
voice
,
like
a
rusty
hinge
,
cut
through
Scarlett
's
words
.
"
Set
down
,
"
he
ordered
briefly
.
"
Pick
up
yore
sewin
'
.
Sew
like
nothin
'
had
happened
.
For
all
we
know
,
the
Yankees
might
have
been
spyin
'
on
this
house
since
sundown
.
Set
down
,
I
say
,
and
sew
.
"
Trembling
they
obeyed
,
even
Pitty
picking
up
a
sock
and
holding
it
in
shaking
fingers
while
her
eyes
,
wide
as
a
frightened
child
's
went
around
the
circle
for
an
explanation
.
