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Chapter 24

           "He’sanoldman,anoldtiredman,"shethoughtagainandvaguelywonderedwhyshecouldnotcare.

           LightwaveredintotheroomasPorkenteredcarryinghighahalf-burnedcandlestuckinasaucer.Thedarkcavecametolife,thesaggingoldsofaonwhichtheysat,thetallsecretaryreachingtowardtheceilingwithMother’sfragilecarvedchairbeforeit,theracksofpigeonholes,stillstuffedwithpaperswritteninherfinehand,theworncarpetall,allwerethesame,exceptthatEllenwasnotthere,Ellenwiththefaintscentoflemonverbenasachetandthesweetlookinherup-tiltedeyes.Scarlettfeltasmallpaininherheartasofnervesnumbedbyadeepwound,strugglingtomakethemselvesfeltagain.Shemustnotletthemcometolifenow;therewasalltherestofherlifeaheadofherinwhichtheycouldache.But,notnow!Please,God,notnow!

           ShelookedintoGerald’sputty-coloredfaceand,forthefirsttimeinherlife,shesawhimunshaven,hisoncefloridfacecoveredwithsilverybristles.Porkplacedthecandleonthecandlestandandcametoherside.Scarlettfeltthatifhehadbeenadoghewouldhavelaidhismuzzleinherlapandwhinedforakindhanduponhishead.

           "Pork,howmanydarkiesarehere?"

           "MissScarlett,demtrashyniggersdonerunnedawayan’someofdemwentoffwiddeYankeesan’"

           "Howmanyareleft?"

           "Dey’sme,MissScarlett,an’Mammy.Shebeennussin’deyoungMissesallday.An’Dilcey,shesettin’upwiddeyoungMissesnow.Usthree,MissScarlett."

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