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Mr.O’HARA: Jesus,it’s Scarlett. Oh, daughter.
Scarlett: Mammy, mammy, I’m home.
Mammy: Oh, honey child…
Scarlett: Mammy, I’m so, so…where’s mother?
Mammy: Why…Miss Sue Ellen, Miss Carreen, they were sick with the typhoid. They had it bad, but they are doing all right now. Just weak like little kittens.
Scarlett: But, where’s mother?
Mammy: Well, Miss Ellen, she went down to nurse that Emmy Sladdly, that which trash. And she took down with it, too. Then last night, she…
Scarlett: Mother! Mother! Mother!
(Scarlett walks into her mother’s room faintly. There, in dark and quietness, lies Mrs.O’Hara. She’s dead.)
(Exhausted and hungry as Scarlett is, she goes out to the open field, digging out the leftover radishes in the ground, swallowing.)
Scarlett: As God as my witness… as God as my witness, they’re not going go lick me. I’m going to live through this and when it’s all over. I’ll never be hungry again. No. nor any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat, or kill, as God as my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.