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Chapter 602
"Why didn't you write me that he was ill? I'd have come so fast—" "He warn't ill, not a minute. Here, honey, take my handkerchief and I'll tell you all about it." She blew her nose on his bandanna, for she had come from Atlanta without even a handkerchief, and settled back into the crook of Will's arm. How nice Will was. Nothing ever upset him. "Well, it was this way, Scarlett. You been sendin' us money right along and Ashley and me, well, we've paid taxes and bought the mule and seeds and what-all and a few hogs and chickens. Miss Melly's done mighty well with the hens, yes sir, she has. She's a fine woman, Miss Melly is. Well, anyway, after we bought things for Tara, there warn't so much left over for folderols, but none of us warn't complainin'. Except Suellen. "Miss Melanie and Mis
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