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Chapter 20

           Evennow—evennow,I’dtakeachanceongettinghomeinspiteoftheYankees,ifitwasn’tforthisbaby.MaybeGeneralHoodwouldgivemeanescort.He’saniceman,GeneralHood,andIknowIcouldmakehimgivemeanescortandaflagoftrucetogetmethroughthelines.ButIhavetowaitforthisbaby!...Oh,Mother!Mother!Don’tdie!...Whydon’tthisbabyevercome?I’llseeDr.Meadetodayandaskhimifthere’sanywaytohurrybabiesupsoIcangohome—ifIcangetanescort.Dr.Meadesaidshe’dhaveabadtime.DearGod!Supposesheshoulddie!Melaniedead.Melaniedead.AndAshley—No,Imustn’tthinkaboutthat,itisn’tnice.ButAshley—No,Imustn’tthinkaboutthatbecausehe’sprobablydead,anyway.ButhemademepromiseI’dtakecareofher.But—ifIdidn’ttakecareofherandshediedandAshleyisstillalive—No,Imustn’tthinkaboutthat.It’ssinful.AndIpromisedGodI’dbegoodifHewouldjustnotletMotherdie.Oh,ifthebabywouldonlycome.IfIcouldonlygetawayfromhere—gethome—getanywherebuthere."

           Scarletthatedthesightoftheominouslystilltownnowandonceshehadlovedit.Atlantawasnolongerthegay,thedesperatelygayplaceshehadloved.Itwasahideousplacelikeaplague-strickencitysoquiet,sodreadfullyquietafterthedinofthesiege.Therehadbeenstimulationinthenoiseandthedangeroftheshelling.Therewasonlyhorrorinthequietthatfollowed.Thetownseemedhaunted,hauntedwithfearanduncertaintyandmemories.

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