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"
Gawdlmighty
,
Mist
'
Rhett
!
'
Twar
n't
me
!
'
Twuz
Lou
!
"
"
Fo
'
Gawd
,
Mist
'
Rhett
,
Ah
--
"
"
Shut
up
.
You
know
my
orders
.
By
God
,
I
'll
--
get
out
.
Do
n't
come
back
.
Scarlett
,
give
her
some
money
and
see
that
she
's
gone
before
I
come
down
stairs
.
Now
,
everybody
get
out
,
everybody
!
"
The
negroes
fled
,
the
luckless
Lou
wailing
into
her
apron
.
But
Scarlett
remained
.
It
was
hard
to
see
her
favorite
child
quieting
in
Rhett
's
arms
when
she
had
screamed
so
pitifully
in
her
own
.
It
was
hard
to
see
the
small
arms
going
around
his
neck
and
hear
the
choking
voice
relate
what
had
frightened
her
,
when
she
,
Scarlett
,
had
gotten
nothing
coherent
out
of
her
.
"
So
it
sat
on
your
chest
,
"
said
Rhett
softly
.
"
Was
it
a
big
one
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
!
Dretfull
big
.
And
claws
.
"
"
Ah
,
claws
,
too
.
Well
,
now
.
I
shall
certainly
sit
up
all
night
and
shoot
him
if
he
comes
back
.
"
Rhett
's
voice
was
interested
and
soothing
and
Bonnie
's
sobs
died
away
.
Her
voice
became
less
choked
as
she
went
into
detailed
description
of
her
monster
guest
in
a
language
which
only
he
could
understand
.
Irritation
stirred
in
Scarlett
as
Rhett
discussed
the
matter
as
if
it
had
been
something
real
.
"
For
Heaven
's
sake
,
Rhett
--
"
But
he
made
a
sign
for
silence
.
When
Bonnie
was
at
last
asleep
,
he
laid
her
in
her
bed
and
pulled
up
the
sheet
.
