1 But he only squeezed her hand until he drove her rings into the flesh.
2 Sometimes when holding basins and instruments while Dr. Meade cut out gangrened flesh, Melanie looked very white.
3 And they were new, not ragged, with dirty bare flesh and hairy legs showing through.
4 Prissy broke into the room and, flying to Scarlett, clutched her arm in a grip that seemed to pinch out pieces of flesh.
5 His stubbly chin sank heavily in loose folds of flesh on his chest.
6 Held close against her, Melanie's baby pressed his pale rosebud mouth greedily to the dark nipple, sucking, gripping tiny fists against the soft flesh like a kitten in the warm fur of its mother's belly.
7 Then she started down the road toward Tara, the heavy basket cutting into her flesh.
8 For a brief instant Scarlett saw the long hot days in the cotton field, felt again the terrible ache in her back, the raw bruised flesh of her shoulders.
9 She wanted to catch him by the shoulders and hug him to her, make him realize that she was flesh and blood and not something he had read or dreamed.
10 He was thin and sallow faced and his yellow eyes were watery and sunken in creases of loose flesh.
11 "Oh, it wasn't so bad, just a flesh wound," he said deprecatingly.
12 She hated the impudent free negroes as much as anyone and her flesh crawled with fury every time she heard their insulting remarks and high-pitched laughter as she went by.
13 She listened with flesh crawling as Melanie told tales of Tara, making Scarlett a heroine as she faced the invaders and saved Charles' sword, bragging how Scarlett had put out the fire.
14 Scarlett, looking at the little ex-jockey, planted firmly on his short bowed legs, his gnomish face hard and businesslike, thought: "Whoever let him ride their horses didn't care much for horse flesh."
15 The doctor says it's just a flesh wound, though he did lose a tremendous lot of blood.