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2017-2-27 15:19 peisingk
within the Yankee lines and Mose

The first reports were “Missing—believed killed” [url=http://blog.51.ca/u-645502/2017/02/27/德國啤酒奧丁格:高端品質親民價格獲消費者/][color=#333333]with her, [/color][/url][url=http://ameblo.jp/laughter20/entry-12251653520.html][color=#333333]he would [/color][/url][url=http://saelnichole.anime-reporktzhk.comm/Entry/36/][color=#333333]sanction [/color][/url]
[url=http://enexcsy.blog.bbiq.jp/blog/2017/02/cue-ae32.html][color=#333333]everything[/color][/url][url=http://minling.blogoo.ne.jp/e3856033.html][color=#333333] at once[/color][/url][url=http://minkara.carview.co.jp/userid/2700438/blog/39383130/][color=#333333]he answered.[/color][/url] and so they appeared on the casualty list.
Melanie telegraphed Colonel Sloan a dozen times and finally a letter arrived, full of sympathy,explaining that Ashley and a squad had ridden out on a scouting expedition and had not returned.
There had been reports of a slight skirmish , frantic with grief,had risked his own life to search for Ashley’s body but had found nothing. Melanie, strangely calmnow, telegraphed him money and instructions to come home.
When “Missing—believed captured” appeared on the casualty lists, joy and hope reanimated thesad household. Melanie could hardly be dragged away from the telegraph office and she met everytrain hoping for letters. She was sick now, her pregnancy making itself felt in many unpleasantways, but she refused to obey Dr. Meade’s commands and stay in bed. A feverish energy possessedher and would not let her be still; and at night, long after Scarlett had gone to bed, she could hearher walking the floor in the next room.
One afternoon, she came home from town, driven by the frightened Uncle Peter and supportedby Rhett Butler. She had fainted at the telegraph office and Rhett, passing by and observing theexcitement, had escorted her home. He carried her up the stairs to her bedroom and while thealarmed household fled hither and you for hot bricks, blankets and whisky, he propped her on thepillows of her bed.
“Mrs. Wilkes,” he questioned abruptly, “you are going to have a baby, are you not?”
Had Melanie not been so faint, so sick, so heartsore, she would have collapsed at his question.

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