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Chapter 17

           Itwasanimpositiononherandsheknewthatwhenthewoundedcameinonthenoontraintherewouldbeenoughworktokeepherbusyuntilnight-fallandprobablywithoutanythingtoeat.

           ShewenthastilyupthetwoshortblockstoPeachtreeStreet,breathingtheunfouledairinasdeepgulpsashertightlylacedcorsetwouldpermit.Shewasstandingonthecorner,uncertainastowhatshewoulddonext,ashamedtogohometoAuntPitty’sbutdeterminednottogobacktothehospital,whenRhettButlerdroveby.

           "Youlookliketheragpicker’schild,"heobserved,hiseyestakinginthemendedlavendercalico,streakedwithperspirationandsplotchedhereandtherewithwaterwhichhadsloppedfromthebasin.Scarlettwasfuriouswithembarrassmentandindignation.Whydidhealwaysnoticewomen’sclothingandwhywashesorudeastoremarkuponherpresentuntidiness?

           "Idon’twanttohearawordoutofyou.Yougetoutandhelpmeinanddrivemesomewherewherenobodywillseeme.Iwon’tgobacktothehospitaliftheyhangme!Mygoodness,Ididn’tstartthiswarandIdon’tseeanyreasonwhyIshouldbeworkedtodeathand"

           "AtraitortoOurGloriousCause!"

           "Thepot’scallingthekettleblack.Youhelpmein.Idon’tcarewhereyouweregoing.You’regoingtotakemeridingnow."

           Heswunghimselfoutofthecarriagetothegroundandshesuddenlythoughthowniceitwastoseeamanwhowaswhole,whowasnotminuseyesorlimbs,orwhitewithpainoryellowwithmalaria,andwholookedwellfedandhealthy.

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