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"
Tell
him
about
your
dysentery
,
"
jeered
Scarlett
.
Rhett
carefully
set
the
baby
on
the
floor
and
pulled
his
shirt
and
undershirt
out
of
his
trouser
band
.
"
Come
here
,
Wade
,
and
I
'll
show
you
where
I
was
wounded
.
"
Wade
advanced
,
excited
,
and
gazed
where
Rhett
's
finger
pointed
.
A
long
raised
scar
ran
across
his
brown
chest
and
down
into
his
heavily
muscled
abdomen
.
It
was
the
souvenir
of
a
knife
fight
in
the
California
gold
fields
but
Wade
did
not
know
it
.
He
breathed
heavily
and
happily
.
"
I
guess
you
're
'
bout
as
brave
as
my
father
,
Uncle
Rhett
.
"
"
Almost
but
not
quite
,
"
said
Rhett
,
stuffing
his
shirt
into
his
trousers
.
"
Now
,
go
on
and
spend
your
dollar
and
whale
hell
out
of
any
boy
who
says
I
was
n't
in
the
army
.
"
Wade
went
dancing
out
happily
,
calling
to
Pork
,
and
Rhett
picked
up
the
baby
again
.
"
Now
why
all
these
lies
,
my
gallant
soldier
laddie
?
"
asked
Scarlett
.
"
A
boy
has
to
be
proud
of
his
father
--
or
stepfather
.
I
ca
n't
let
him
be
ashamed
before
the
other
little
brutes
.
Cruel
creatures
,
children
.
"
