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@@@@@oh Lord, more gushingAt least it doesn't hurtHardly a
contraction at all, more a twitch or something Then why does so
much blood gush out? What's going to happen when the real labor
starts? Dear God, there'll be a river of blood, all over the floor
Everybody'll have to wash their feetFitzpatrick
has a bucket of feet waterI wonder if she hollers before she throws
it out? I wonder where the hell she is? As soon as this is over I'm
going to fire her-no references, either, at least nothing she'll want
to show anybodyRunning off and leaving me dying of thirst here all
by myselfDon't kick like thatYou're more like a mule than a
horseI'm not going to lose hold of myself,
I'm notThe O'Hara doesn't do that kind of thingWhat was that? The doctor? Mrs"Are you doing all right, MrsO'Hara?"
"Just fine," said The O'Hara"I've brought sheets and blankets and
soft pillowsSome men are coming with a mattressCan I do
anything
for you?"
"I'd like some water Scarlett propped herself on an elbow and drank
thirstily"Who's getting the doctor?"
"ColumHe tried to cross the river for the doctor in Adamstown, but
he couldn't make itI'd like some more water please, and a fresh sopperThis
one's soaked throughFitzpatrick tried to hide the horror on
her face when she saw the blood-soaked towel between Scarlett's legs
She wadded it up and hurried to one of the stone sinks with
