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Chapter 27

           Theyhadsaidnothingaboutburningthehouse.Theyhadn’ttoldhertoleavesotheycouldfireit.PerhapsperhapsThemencameramblingintothehallfromtheupstairsandtheoutofdoors.

           "Anything?"questionedthesergeant.

           "Onehogandafewchickensandducks."

           "Somecornandafewyamsandbeans.Thatwildcatwesawonthehorsemusthavegiventhealarm,allright."

           "RegularPaulRevere,eh?"

           "Well,thereain’tmuchhere,Sarge.Yougotthepickin’s.Let’smoveonbeforethewholecountrygetsthenewswe’recomin’."

           "Didjadigunderthesmokehouse?Theygenerallyburiesthingsthere."

           "Ain’tnosmokehouse."

           "Didjadigintheniggercabins?"

           "Nothin’butcottoninthecabins.Wesetfiretoit."

           ForabriefinstantScarlettsawthelonghotdaysinthecottonfield,feltagaintheterribleacheinherback,therawbruisedfleshofhershoulders.Allfornothing.Thecottonwasgone.

           "Youain’tgotmuch,forafac’,haveyou,lady?"

           "Yourarmyhasbeenherebefore,"shesaidcoolly.

           "That’safac’.WewereinthisneighborhoodinSeptember,"saidoneofthemen,turningsomethinginhishand."I’dforgot."

           ScarlettsawitwasEllen’sgoldthimblethatheheld.HowoftenshehadseenitgleaminginandoutofEllen’sfancywork.Thesightofitbroughtbacktoomanyhurtingmemoriesoftheslenderhandwhichhadwornit.

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