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take
you home, my dear," she said"This is ridiculous," Scarlett
complained"I can perfectly well walk Rebekah clamped a hand on
her shoulder and continued to push the wheelchair slowly along the
crushed oyster-shell road"I feel like a fool," grumbled Scarlett,
but she slumped back in the chairHer head was throbbing with sharp
dagger-like painsThe rainstorm had brought back weather suitable
for
FebruaryThe air was crisp, with a bite in the wind that was still
blowingAt least Miss Eleanor brought my fur cape, she thoughtI
must have had a mighty close call if I'm allowed to wear the furs she
thought were so showy"Where is Rhett? Why isn't he taking me
home?"
"I wouldn't let him go out again," said Mrs"I sent
for our doctor and told Manigo to put Rhett straight to bedHe was
blue with cold Anne spoke quietly, bending near Scarlett's ear
"Miss Eleanor was alarmed when the storm came up so suddenlyWe
rushed from the Home to the mooring basin and when they said the
boat
hadn't come back she got frantic
I doubt that she sat down once all afternoon, she was just pacing back
and forth on the piazza looking out into the rain Under a nice roof,
thought Scarlett impatientlyIt's all well and good, for Anne to
sound so concerned for Miss Eleanor, but she wasn t the one freezing
to
death! "My son told me you worked a miracle tending his wife," Miss
Eleanor said to Rebekah"I don't know how we'll ever thank you
"Wasn't me, Missus, it was the good LordI talked to Jesus for her,
poor little shivering thingI said this ain't Lazarus, Lord While
Rebekah repeated her story to MrsButler, Anne answered Scarlett's
question about Rhe
