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Chapter 657
Melanie led the way to the small book-lined sitting room, shut the door and motioned Mammy to the sofa. "I was going over right after supper," she said. "Now that Captain Butler's mother has come, I suppose the funeral will be tomorrow morning." "De fune'l. Dat's jes' it," said Mammy. "Miss Melly, we's all in deep trouble an' Ah's come ter you fer he'p. Ain' nuthin' but weery load, honey, nuthin' but weery load." "Has Miss Scarlett collapsed?" questioned Melanie worriedly. "I've hardly seen her since Bonnie—She has been in her room and Captain Butler has been out of the house and—" Suddenly tears began to flow down Mammy's black face. Melanie sat down beside her and patted her arm and, after a moment, Mammy lifted the hem of her black skirt and dried her eyes. "You got ter come he'p u
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