Унесенные ветром

Chapter 21

           Thiswasaninfernoofpainandsmellandnoiseandhurryhurryhurry!TheYankeesarecoming!TheYankeesarecoming!

           Shebracedhershouldersandwentdownamongthem,straininghereyesamongtheuprightfigurestodistinguishDr.Meade.Butshediscoveredshecouldnotlookforhim,forifshedidnotstepcarefullyshewouldtreadonsomepoorsoldier.Sheraisedherskirtsandtriedtopickherwayamongthemtowardaknotofmenwhoweredirectingthestretcherbearers.

           Asshewalked,feverishhandspluckedatherskirtandvoicescroaked:"Ladywater!Please,lady,water!ForChrist’ssake,water!"

           Perspirationcamedownherfaceinstreamsasshepulledherskirtsfromclutchinghands.Ifshesteppedononeofthesemen,she’dscreamandfaint.Shesteppedoverdeadmen,overmenwholaydulleyedwithhandsclutchedtobellieswheredriedbloodhadgluedtornuniformstowounds,overmenwhosebeardswerestiffwithbloodandfromwhosebrokenjawscamesoundswhichmustmean:

           "Water!Water!"

           IfshedidnotfindDr.Meadesoon,shewouldbeginscreamingwithhysteria.Shelookedtowardthegroupofmenunderthecarshedandcriedasloudlyasshecould:

           "Dr.Meade!IsDr.Meadethere?"

           Fromthegrouponemandetachedhimselfandlookedtowardher.Itwasthedoctor.Hewascoatlessandhissleeveswererolleduptohisshoulders.Hisshirtandtrouserswereasredasabutcher’sandeventheendofhisiron-graybeardwasmattedwithblood.Hisfacewasthefaceofamandrunkwithfatigueandimpotentrageandburningpity.

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