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She
had
never
cared
until
now
--
now
that
Bonnie
was
dead
and
she
was
lonely
and
afraid
and
she
saw
across
her
shining
dinner
table
a
swarthy
sodden
stranger
disintegrating
under
her
eyes
.
Scarlett
was
in
Marietta
when
Rhett
's
urgent
telegram
came
.
There
was
a
train
leaving
for
Atlanta
in
ten
minutes
and
she
caught
it
,
carrying
no
baggage
except
her
reticule
and
leaving
Wade
and
Ella
at
the
hotel
with
Prissy
.
Atlanta
was
only
twenty
miles
away
but
the
train
crawled
interminably
through
the
wet
early
autumn
afternoon
,
stopping
at
every
bypath
for
passengers
.
Panic
stricken
at
Rhett
's
message
,
mad
for
speed
,
Scarlett
almost
screamed
at
every
halt
.
Down
the
road
lumbered
the
train
through
forests
faintly
,
tiredly
gold
,
past
red
hillsides
still
scarred
with
serpentine
breastworks
,
past
old
battery
emplacements
and
weed-grown
craters
,
down
the
road
over
which
Johnston
's
men
had
retreated
so
bitterly
,
fighting
every
step
of
the
way
.
Each
station
,
each
crossroad
the
conductor
called
was
the
name
of
a
battle
,
the
site
of
a
skirmish
.
Once
they
would
have
stirred
Scarlett
to
memories
of
terror
but
now
she
had
no
thought
for
them
.
Rhett
's
message
had
been
:
"
Mrs.
Wilkes
ill
.
Come
home
immediately
.
"
Twilight
had
fallen
when
the
train
pulled
into
Atlanta
and
a
light
misting
rain
obscured
the
town
.
The
gas
street
lamps
glowed
dully
,
blobs
of
yellow
in
the
fog
.
Rhett
was
waiting
for
her
at
the
depot
with
the
carriage
.
The
very
sight
of
his
face
frightened
her
more
than
his
telegram
.
She
had
never
seen
it
so
expressionless
before
.
"
She
is
n't
--
"
she
cried
.
"
No
.
She
's
still
alive
.
"
Rhett
assisted
her
into
the
carriage
.
"
To
Mrs.
Wilkes
'
house
and
as
fast
as
you
can
go
,
"
he
ordered
the
coachman
.
"
What
's
the
matter
with
her
?
I
did
n't
know
she
was
ill
.
She
looked
all
right
last
week
.
Did
she
have
an
accident
?
Oh
,
Rhett
,
it
is
n't
really
as
serious
as
you
--
"
"
She
's
dying
,
"
said
Rhett
and
his
voice
had
no
more
expression
than
his
face
.
"
She
wants
to
see
you
.
"
