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Chapter 24

           Thecountrysidelayasundersomedreadenchantment.Orworsestill,thoughtScarlettwithachill,likethefamiliaranddearfaceofamother,beautifulandquietatlast,afterdeathagonies.Shefeltthattheonce-familiarwoodswerefullofghosts.ThousandshaddiedinthefightingnearJonesboro.Theywerehereinthesehauntedwoodswheretheslantingafternoonsungleamedeerilythroughunmovingleaves,friendsandfoes,peeringatherinherricketywagon,througheyesblindedwithbloodandreddustglazed,horribleeyes.

           "Mother!Mother!"shewhispered.IfshecouldonlywintoEllen!Ifonly,byamiracleofGod,Tarawerestillstandingandshecoulddriveupthelongavenueoftreesandgointothehouseandseehermother’skind,tenderface,couldfeeloncemorethesoftcapablehandsthatdroveoutfear,couldclutchEllen’sskirtsandburyherfaceinthem.Motherwouldknowwhattodo.Shewouldn’tletMelanieandherbabydie.Shewoulddriveawayallghostsandfearswithherquiet"Hush,hush."ButMotherwasill,perhapsdying.

           Scarlettlaidthewhipacrossthewearyrumpofthehorse.Theymustgofaster!Theyhadcreptalongthisnever-endingroadallthelonghotday.Soonitwouldbenightandtheywouldbealoneinthisdesolationthatwasdeath.Shegrippedthereinstighterwithhandsthatwereblisteredandslappedthemfiercelyonthehorse’sback,herachingarmsburningatthemovement.

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