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Chapter 29

           Nowthatbuoyancyhadgone,asifthesurrenderhadtakenallhopefromher.

           "Scarlett,"shewhisperedassheclutchedthebill,"whatwasthegoodofitall?Whydidweeverfight?Oh,mypoorJoe!Oh,mypoorbaby!"

           "Idon’tknowwhywefoughtandIdon’tcare,"saidScarlett."AndI’mnotinterested.Ineverwasinterested.Warisaman’sbusiness,notawoman’s.AllI’minterestedinnowisagoodcottoncrop.NowtakethisdollarandbuylittleJoeadress.Godknows,heneedsit.I’mnotgoingtorobyouofyourcorn,forallAlexandTony’spoliteness."

           Theboysfollowedhertothewagonandassistedherin,courtlyforalltheirrags,gaywiththevolatileFontainegaiety,butwiththepictureoftheirdestitutioninhereyes,sheshiveredasshedroveawayfromMimosa.Shewassotiredofpovertyandpinching.Whatapleasureitwouldbetoknowpeoplewhowererichandnotworriedastowherethenextmealwascomingfrom!

           CadeCalvertwasathomeatPineBloomand,asScarlettcameupthestepsoftheoldhouseinwhichshehaddancedsoofteninhappierdays,shesawthatdeathwasinhisface.Hewasemaciatedandhecoughedashelayinaneasychairinthesunshinewithashawlacrosshisknees,buthisfacelitupwhenhesawher.Justalittlecoldwhichhadsettledinhischest,hesaid,tryingtorisetogreether.Gotitfromsleepingsomuchintherain.Butitwouldbegonesoonandthenhe’dlendahandinthework.

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