why is it red? Am I going to bleed to death on... why is it red? Am I going to bleed to death on a
tack table, for God's sake, without so much as a cup of tea? Oh, how
I'd love some coffeeSometimes I miss it so much I want to scream
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
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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
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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 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
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Stupid woman, I told her I needed another 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
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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 doctor
with you? The baby's not kicking as much as
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