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You're more like a mule than a horseI'm not...You'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 replica prada fairy bag 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 it Scarlett looked at the trail of bright red drops on the floor That's part of me, she told herself, but she couldn't believe it She'd had lots of cuts in her life, as a child playing, when she was hoeing cotton at Tara, even when she pulled up the nettlesPut them all together and they'd never bled as much as that towel had in it Her abdomen contracted and blood gushed onto the table Stupid woman, I told her I needed another chanel handbags large classic shopping bag towel"What time does your watch say, MrsFitzpatrick?" "Five-sixteen "I reckon the storm's making travel slowI'd like some water and another towel, pleaseNo, come to think of it, I'd like some tea, with plenty of sugar Give the woman something to do and maybe she'll quit hanging over me like an umbrellaI'm sick and tired of making conversation and brave smilesI'm scared half-witted if truth be knownThe contractions aren't any stronger, or closer together, eitherI'm not getting anywhere at allAt least the mattress feels better than the table, but what's going to happen when it gets chanel diamond watches soaked through, too? Is the storm getting worse or am I just spooked? Rain was buffeting the windows now, propelled by a mighty windColum O 'Hara was nearly knocked down by a branch torn from a tree in the wood near the houseHe climbed over it and moved on, bent against the windThen he remembered, turned around, was blown onto the limb, fought for a foothold in the quagmire mud of the drive, dragged the limb to one side, fought against the wind again towards the house "What time is it?" said Scarlett "Scarlett darling, is it very bad?" "Oh, Colum!" Scarlett pushed herself to half sitting"Is the d10:16 PM - Monday, May 3, 2010
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