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Chapter 545
Dilcey, she settin' up wid de young Misses now. Us three, Miss Scarlett." "Us three" where there had been a hundred. Scarlett with an effort lifted her head on her aching neck. She knew she must keep her voice steady. To her surprise, words came out as coolly and naturally as if there had never been a war and she could, by waving her hand, call ten house servants to her. "Pork, I'm starving. Is there anything to eat?" "No'm. Dey tuck it all." "But the garden?" "Dey tuhned dey hawses loose in it." "Even the sweet potato hills?" Something almost like a pleased smile broke his thick lips. "Miss Scarlett, Ah done fergit de yams. Ah specs dey's right dar. Dem Yankee folks ain' never seed no yams an' dey thinks dey's jes' roots an'—" "The moon will be up soon. You go out and dig us some
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