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From: | Austin Waller |
Subject: | [Cogitatio-interface] sunburnt tollgate |
Date: | Wed, 20 Sep 2006 11:07:12 +0700 |
It neededsalt badly but she was too hungry to hunt
for it. Melanie lay quietly with the sheet up to her chin.
If you run fast you can catch up with those
soldiers and theywont let the Yankees get you. She could not speak, but hatred and
disgustburned in her eyes as she stared at him fiercely.
She jumped to her feet, her heart beginning again
itssickening thudding and bumping.
As she took down the daguerreotype, she caught a
glimpse ofCharles face.
Prissy still clung to her skirts and hardly
anything showed in hereyes except the whites.
Hecould take them all away from this doomed place,
away from theYankees, somewhere, anywhere.
She set the lamp on the candle stand by the window
andreturned to the front porch. She fled up the stairs to her own room and hung out
the window fora better view. She did not cry out but Scarlett saw her bite her lip
andgo even whiter. If only she could be as cool and casual as he was! Ahs sceered
ter go runnin roun inde dahk by mahseff! We are going home, to Tara, Scarlett
explained rapidly. Hishands caressed her tumbled hair gently, soothingly, and his
voicewas gentle too. Her face wasdeathly white but her eyes, sunken and black
circled, were serene.
And, after a long interval: Oh,Scarlett, you mustnt
stay here.
He suddenly burst into laughter and dropped her
arm. Do you still want to try to get through to Tara? His large brown eyes met hers
and she stopped for amoment to look at the picture curiously.
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