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But
the
old
impassive
mask
was
back
across
his
face
and
he
stroked
one
side
of
his
mustache
.
"
Cheer
up
,
"
he
said
,
turning
from
her
and
starting
up
the
stairs
,
"
maybe
you
'll
have
a
miscarriage
.
"
For
a
dizzy
moment
she
thought
what
childbearing
meant
,
the
nausea
that
tore
her
,
the
tedious
waiting
,
the
thickening
of
her
figure
,
the
hours
of
pain
.
Things
no
man
could
ever
realize
.
And
he
dared
to
joke
.
She
would
claw
him
.
Nothing
but
the
sight
of
blood
upon
his
dark
face
would
ease
this
pain
in
her
heart
.
She
lunged
for
him
,
swift
as
a
cat
,
but
with
a
light
startled
movement
,
he
sidestepped
,
throwing
up
his
arm
to
ward
her
off
.
She
was
standing
on
the
edge
of
the
freshly
waxed
top
step
,
and
as
her
arm
with
the
whole
weight
of
her
body
behind
it
,
struck
his
out-thrust
arm
,
she
lost
her
balance
.
She
made
a
wild
clutch
for
the
newel
post
and
missed
it
.
She
went
down
the
stairs
backwards
,
feeling
a
sickening
dart
of
pain
in
her
ribs
as
she
landed
.
And
,
too
dazed
to
catch
herself
,
she
rolled
over
and
over
to
the
bottom
of
the
flight
.
It
was
the
first
time
Scarlett
had
ever
been
ill
,
except
when
she
had
her
babies
,
and
somehow
those
times
did
not
count
.
She
had
not
been
forlorn
and
frightened
then
,
as
she
was
now
,
weak
and
pain
racked
and
bewildered
.
She
knew
she
was
sicker
than
they
dared
tell
her
,
feebly
realized
that
she
might
die
.
The
broken
rib
stabbed
when
she
breathed
,
her
bruised
face
and
head
ached
and
her
whole
body
was
given
over
to
demons
who
plucked
at
her
with
hot
pinchers
and
sawed
on
her
with
dull
knives
and
left
her
,
for
short
intervals
,
so
drained
of
strength
that
she
could
not
regain
grip
on
herself
before
they
returned
.
No
,
childbirth
had
not
been
like
this
.
She
had
been
able
to
eat
hearty
meals
two
hours
after
Wade
and
Ella
and
Bonnie
had
been
born
,
but
now
the
thought
of
anything
but
cool
water
brought
on
feeble
nausea
.
How
easy
it
was
to
have
a
child
and
how
painful
not
to
have
one
!
Strange
,
what
a
pang
it
had
been
even
in
her
pain
,
to
know
that
she
would
not
have
this
child
.
Stranger
still
that
it
should
have
been
the
first
child
she
really
wanted
.
She
tried
to
think
why
she
wanted
it
but
her
mind
was
too
tired
.
Her
mind
was
too
tired
to
think
of
anything
except
fear
of
death
.
Death
was
in
the
room
and
she
had
no
strength
to
confront
it
,
to
fight
it
back
and
she
was
frightened
.
She
wanted
someone
strong
to
stand
by
her
and
hold
her
hand
and
fight
off
death
until
enough
strength
came
back
for
her
to
do
her
own
fighting
.
Rage
had
been
swallowed
up
in
pain
and
she
wanted
Rhett
.
But
he
was
not
there
and
she
could
not
bring
herself
to
ask
for
him
.
Her
last
memory
of
him
was
how
he
looked
as
he
picked
her
up
in
the
dark
hall
at
the
bottom
of
the
steps
,
his
face
white
and
wiped
clean
of
all
save
hideous
fear
,
his
voice
hoarsely
calling
for
Mammy
.
And
then
there
was
a
faint
memory
of
being
carried
upstairs
,
before
darkness
came
over
her
mind
.
And
then
pain
and
more
pain
and
the
room
full
of
buzzing
voices
and
Aunt
Pittypat
's
sobs
and
Dr.
Meade
's
brusque
orders
and
feet
that
hurried
on
the
stairs
and
tiptoes
in
the
upper
hall
.
And
then
like
a
blinding
ray
of
lightning
,
the
knowledge
of
death
and
fear
that
suddenly
made
her
try
to
scream
a
name
and
the
scream
was
only
a
whisper
.
But
that
forlorn
whisper
brought
instant
response
from
somewhere
in
the
darkness
beside
the
bed
and
the
soft
voice
of
the
one
she
called
made
answer
in
lullaby
tones
:
"
I
'm
here
,
dear
.
I
've
been
right
here
all
the
time
.
"
Death
and
fear
receded
gently
as
Melanie
took
her
hand
and
laid
it
quietly
against
her
cool
cheek
.
Scarlett
tried
to
turn
to
see
her
face
and
could
not
.
Melly
was
having
a
baby
and
the
Yankees
were
coming
.
The
town
was
afire
and
she
must
hurry
,
hurry
.
But
Melly
was
having
a
baby
and
she
could
n't
hurry
.
She
must
stay
with
her
till
the
baby
came
and
be
strong
because
Melly
needed
her
strength
.
Melly
was
hurting
so
bad
--
there
were
hot
pinchers
at
her
and
dull
knives
and
recurrent
waves
of
pain
.
She
must
hold
Melly
's
hand
.
