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"
Do
n't
you
question
Miz
Wilkes
'
word
,
"
said
Archie
,
his
beard
bristling
.
"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Mrs.
Wilkes
.
I
meant
no
disrespect
.
If
you
give
me
your
word
,
I
will
not
search
the
house
.
"
"
You
have
my
word
.
But
search
if
you
like
.
They
are
at
a
meeting
downtown
at
Mr.
Kennedy
's
store
.
"
"
They
are
not
at
the
store
.
There
was
no
meeting
tonight
,
"
answered
the
captain
grimly
.
"
We
will
wait
outside
until
they
return
.
"
He
bowed
briefly
and
went
out
,
closing
the
door
behind
him
.
Those
in
the
house
heard
a
sharp
order
,
muffled
by
the
wind
:
"
Surround
the
house
.
A
man
at
each
window
and
door
.
"
There
was
a
tramping
of
feet
.
Scarlett
checked
a
start
of
terror
as
she
dimly
saw
bearded
faces
peering
in
the
windows
at
them
.
Melanie
sat
down
and
with
a
hand
that
did
not
tremble
reached
for
a
book
on
the
table
.
It
was
a
ragged
copy
of
Les
Miserables
,
that
book
which
caught
the
fancy
of
the
Confederate
soldiers
.
They
had
read
it
by
camp-fire
light
and
took
some
grim
pleasure
in
calling
it
"
Lee
's
Miserables
.
"
She
opened
it
at
the
middle
and
began
to
read
in
a
clear
monotonous
voice
.
"
Sew
,
"
commanded
Archie
in
a
hoarse
whisper
and
the
three
women
,
nerved
by
Melanie
's
cool
voice
,
picked
up
their
sewing
and
bowed
their
heads
.
How
long
Melanie
read
beneath
that
circle
of
watching
eyes
,
Scarlett
never
knew
but
it
seemed
hours
.
She
did
not
even
hear
a
word
that
Melanie
read
.
Now
she
was
beginning
to
think
of
Frank
as
well
as
Ashley
.
So
this
was
the
explanation
of
his
apparent
calm
this
evening
!
He
had
promised
her
he
would
have
nothing
to
do
with
the
Klan
.
Oh
,
this
was
just
the
kind
of
trouble
she
had
feared
would
come
upon
them
!
All
the
work
of
this
last
year
would
go
for
nothing
.
All
her
struggles
and
fears
and
labors
in
rain
and
cold
had
been
wasted
.
And
who
would
have
thought
that
spiritless
old
Frank
would
get
himself
mixed
up
in
the
hot-headed
doings
of
the
Klan
?
Even
at
this
minute
,
he
might
be
dead
.
And
if
he
was
n't
dead
and
the
Yankees
caught
him
,
he
'd
be
hanged
.
And
Ashley
,
too
!
Her
nails
dug
into
her
palms
until
four
bright-red
crescents
showed
.
How
could
Melanie
read
on
and
on
so
calmly
when
Ashley
was
in
danger
of
being
hanged
?
When
he
might
be
dead
?
But
something
in
the
cool
soft
voice
reading
the
sorrows
of
Jean
Valjean
steadied
her
,
kept
her
from
leaping
to
her
feet
and
screaming
.
