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"
I
give
him
to
you
.
"
There
was
the
faintest
trace
of
a
smile
.
"
I
gave
him
to
you
,
once
before
--
'
member
?
--
before
he
was
born
.
"
Did
she
remember
?
Could
she
ever
forget
that
time
?
Almost
as
clearly
as
if
that
dreadful
day
had
returned
,
she
could
feel
the
stifling
heat
of
the
September
noon
,
remembering
her
terror
of
the
Yankees
,
hear
the
tramp
of
the
retreating
troops
,
recall
Melanie
's
voice
begging
her
to
take
the
baby
should
she
die
--
remember
,
too
,
how
she
had
hated
Melanie
that
day
and
hoped
that
she
would
die
.
"
I
've
killed
her
,
"
she
thought
,
in
superstitious
agony
.
"
I
wished
so
often
she
would
die
and
God
heard
me
and
is
punishing
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
Melly
,
do
n't
talk
like
that
!
You
know
you
'll
pull
through
this
--
"
"
No
.
Promise
.
"
Scarlett
gulped
.
"
You
know
I
promise
.
I
'll
treat
him
like
he
was
my
own
boy
.
"
"
College
?
"
asked
Melanie
's
faint
flat
voice
.
"
Oh
,
yes
!
The
university
and
Harvard
and
Europe
and
anything
he
wants
--
and
--
and
--
a
pony
--
and
music
lessons
--
Oh
,
please
,
Melly
,
do
try
!
Do
make
an
effort
!
"
The
silence
fell
again
and
on
Melanie
's
face
there
were
signs
of
a
struggle
to
gather
strength
to
speak
.
