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From: | Bel Tracy |
Subject: | boo possible |
Date: | Mon, 28 Aug 2006 09:22:09 -0500 |
If you mean did they rape me, no, said Scarlett,
groaning as shetried to sit up. In other days Porks pilferings would have been a
serious matter,probably calling for a whipping. Her cheeks wereflushed and there was
a soft luminous look in her eyes.
But then, Im a countryman born and I dont like any
town.
It takes morethan Yankees or a burning to keep me
down. It sure looks like the end of the world for me. But she was pushed back as
Melanies calm voice said: Lie still,dear. Thank God,there was no wind today to carry
sparks to the roof of Tara! In fact themorals of the affair weighed lightly upon
her.
She met Melanieseyes and the same thought was plain
in both faces. Oh, Captain, shecried, turning to the sergeant, please make him give
it to me!
Merriwether and Miss Maybelle and their old darky
womanout collecting brick in a wheelbarrow. Now, Miss Scarlett,dont say they are
silly. Oh, I didnt mean it that way, darling, cried Melanie, flushingwith distress.
It takes morethan Yankees or a burning to keep me down.
In fact themorals of the affair weighed lightly
upon her. The piano wasone thing the Yankees couldnt carry away. Just as soon as
they get a few houses up, Sherman willcome back and burn it again.
And, above theruined town, the buzzards splotched
the wintry sky with graceful,sinister bodies.
Daughter, said Gerald rousing himself, you are
profane.
Dreadfully, answered Suellen, happily beckoning
with a smile toFrank. The dream returned again and again, whenever she went to sleep
withan empty stomach.
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