- •Is included. We do not keep any eBooks in compliance with a particular
- •I only want--" She caught herself but not in time.
- •It, fearing that he would box her ears for her impertinence.
- •Vitally interested every one else.
- •In spite of her choked-back tears, Scarlett thrilled to the never-
- •It had ever curved in silly girlish giggling or whispered secrets
- •Irishman who has been a tenant on the lands his people once had
- •Into the distance on four sides belonged to Gerald o'Hara--were
- •Independence wrung from neighboring families. Old Slattery, who
- •In which a pony of Bourbon had been poured over a teaspoon of
- •Irishman from up the country. Savannah buzzed behind its doors
- •It was the threat of the convent that finally won the assent of
- •Informality that was new to Ellen, an informality to which she
- •In time, learned to admire the frankness and forthrightness of
- •If she knew little about men's minds, she knew even less about the
- •In a ferment over the dreadful news she had heard about Ashley and
- •Indian blood was plain in her features, overbalancing the negroid
- •Veil after her lover's death and, with silent tears of enjoyment
- •If they had not happened at all. Ellen ignored all things
- •It left no doubt in anyone's mind as to her exact views on any
- •It tomorrow night at Twelve Oaks. Won't you please fix it?"
- •Insults."
- •Into shadows. Ellen arranged her skirts and sank to the floor on
- •Impressed with the fact that every one of them wanted her, and
- •Voiced and plaintive.
- •Irritably. "And I'll try to eat a little afterwards. If I ate
- •In her affection. She was pretty and she knew it; she would have
- •Varicolored carpet of scarlet and orange and rose. There was a
- •It was impossible to feel anything but palpitating joy in this
- •Indignantly. "And Mrs. Tarleton takes a toss at every hunt."
- •In summers, the County averaged a barbecue and ball nearly every
- •Voice like a brass gong."
- •It just doesn't work. You get good lines, perhaps, but no
- •I mean? That family needs new blood, fine vigorous blood like my
- •In the bedroom where the wraps were laid, she found Cathleen
- •It. Well, this Mr. Butler took a Charleston girl out buggy
- •I wish I had gotten Ashley to compromise me, thought Scarlett
- •Instructive affairs.
- •Illusion that was heightened by the shy, almost frightened look in
- •In winter when brown leaves shine up through quiet water.
- •Vowed that she'd never believe anything any man told her. But
- •Interested in such matters. He took her expression to mean
- •If this fool who was grappling for her hand would only keep quiet
- •Induce Mr. McRae to return to his seat in the shade.
- •In a month! Gentlemen always fight better than rabble. A month--
- •Indignantly, the hot blood coming to her cheeks.
- •India rose tiredly from her seat beneath the arbor and went toward
- •If she should meet Mr. Wilkes? What excuse could she give for
- •In her eyes that he had never seen before, and even in the dim
- •Into her.
- •I knew you wouldn't understand. How could I help caring for you--
- •It. Then he was gone before she could speak again, closing the
- •Viciously across the room toward the fireplace. It barely cleared
- •In and lay herself on one of the beds beside the sleeping girls.
- •Interrupting, Scarlett felt herself go cold with fear and
- •In the front yard. How fragile and tender women are, he thought,
- •It'll be over in a month and we'll have them howling. Yes, sir!
- •It was called into service, Scarlett set the date of her wedding
- •In the midst of this turmoil, preparations went forward for
- •It was all very dreamlike, the passage through the aisle of
- •In due time, Charles' son was born and, because it was fashionable
- •In the garden swing and making her squeal with laughter. Deeply
- •In the twilight, still smiled at her from drowsy gray eyes in the
- •It was this refusal of food that worried Ellen and Mammy more than
- •Visit her o'Hara and Robillard relatives in Savannah and then to
- •In prison. There was more social life here than at Aunt
- •Irritated her so much that during one formal call she aped
- •Is as bad as Miss Pitty an' she lak a chile 'bout gittin' her
- •Intoxicating affair. She would never have arrived at this
- •Iron statuary on the lawns of Atlanta now, for they had early
- •Vacant lots between. Finally the business section fell behind and
- •It was hoped, would make suitable matches under the guidance of
- •Inheritance, had tripled in value since the war began. It was
- •Interested her not at all, and nursing was something she did
- •I just wanted to see them go by. I wish I was going."
- •Indignation at being misunderstood mingled with Scarlett's forlorn
- •I miss. And--and besides she's got Ashley and I--I haven't got
- •Is wounded."
- •It would look better for us both to be there instead of just one.
- •In the center of the hall the huge ugly lamp, hanging from the
- •Into a slow rendition of "Lorena"--too slow for dancing, the
- •Voice shouted the command to break ranks. In a moment, the Home
- •I just can't help crying about it."
- •It was high tide of devotion and pride in their hearts, high tide
- •In body or spirit before. At first she tried to stifle the
- •Indiscretion of tongue or eye. With old gentlemen, a girl was
- •Indiscriminately and teased about beaux and complimented husbands
- •Virginia," she said, and she did not trouble to lower her voice.
- •I'll bet we could lick the Yankees in a month if all the militia
- •It would be a pleasure to renew acquaintances."
- •It. He was jeering at her. He knew she hadn't loved Charles.
- •Indefatigable and patriotic efforts have made this bazaar not only
- •Ind. The gold will be melted and the stones sold and the money
- •It was embarrassing to be the only person present who was giving
- •In the small palm. Then it was laid gently on the pile of
- •Vital and electric. All that was Irish in her rose to the
- •Is a girl of rare spirit. She knows what she wants and she
- •Into his trap.
- •It's more convenient than going to England. Sometimes it's a bit
- •If you wish to lead a reel with the lady of your choice, you must
- •Impossible for her to appear on the floor. She saw Rhett's
- •It did not occur to her that the idea was Rhett Butler's. It came
- •In the world, she didn't want Melly for a defender. She could
- •In the South, and now she believed it. The bazaar had taken place
- •In a frightened way, like a baby who fears a scolding and hopes to
- •Its demands, the knavish stupidity of Jefferson Davis and the
- •Indistinct figures alight. Someone was with him. Two figures
- •Infuriated at Gerald for putting her in a position where this man
- •It when her fluttering heart made her faint--or seem to faint.
- •In the center of a crowd of men. And men fell in love so easily,
- •Virginal little room and it lay still and warm in the slanting
- •I'll think about it tomorrow." Generally when tomorrow came, the
- •Instead, I see Twelve Oaks and remember how the moonlight slants
- •I do not belong in this mad present of killing and I fear I will
- •Is there. Do you remember at the barbecue, the day our engagement
- •In days gone by.
- •It was as though when writing Melanie, Ashley tried to ignore the
- •Is! If I'd just understood this one thing about him years ago, I
- •Intimacy of body or spirit.
- •Is Over."
- •Immediately asked for her hand did not improve matters. Mrs.
- •Is Over" with an arch meaning Scarlett found well-nigh
- •Impact, something in the impertinence and bland mockery of his
- •In the house.
- •Insolence, as if all women were his property to be enjoyed in his
- •Irritably, he cocks his eyebrow up and smiles that nasty, knowing
- •Included in his career, as Atlanta heard it.
- •In itself was enough to attract attention to him, for the uniforms
- •Into the making of battle flags. Useless for the patriotic Mrs.
- •It nevertheless. They were as isolated from the world of fashion
- •It was as though he bore an impersonal contempt for everyone and
- •In the field, but he took pleasure in tricking the dignified
- •In his cheek. She knew that he was acting the part of the dashing
- •It was at Mrs. Elsing's silver musicale for the benefit of the
- •Voice sounded as if he were humbly seeking information.
- •Intended to hear and, turning, surveyed the room for a moment. He
- •Is just and holy should be hanged! I don't want to hear of you
- •I mean, I'll let the men folks do the thinking, because they are
- •Very well that England and France are coming in on our side in no
- •It is? So many things that one must do because they've always
- •It made sense. There were such a lot of foolish things about life
- •If I got a dollar a pound."
- •It meant nothing to her, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.
- •Innovation of dress or hair.
- •Into the room with her.
- •Vicinity. And Melanie had been talking with her. No wonder Uncle
- •In which some coins were knotted.
- •In her top drawer was a handkerchief just like this, one that
- •Vengeance. Now the Yankees would know what it meant to have the
- •Into the sky as if incredulous that it was clear and blue instead
- •In gray and butternut with the Rebel yell on their lips would
- •I hear. And I'm not going to let Scarlett leave me, either."
- •Venomous of epithets. He paid no heed to anyone but raised his hat
- •It! Oh, for God's sake, Auntie, Melly, pick up the salts! Hold
- •In his hand before the war. About the blue cloth, when it comes to
- •In Atlanta were crudely made wool hats, and they were tackier than
- •It was the same at supper where they all plied him with questions
- •It seemed to Scarlett that he was talking fervishly to keep them
- •Voices or of tears came from behind the closed door of Melanie's
- •Internal wound. She rose as he entered, thinking with proprietary
- •Value it all the more. Put it on me, my dear. The boys will be
- •I'll live on it for the rest of my life!"
- •It was the greatest feat of the war, and Atlanta took pride and
- •Victory never wavered. But the war was dragging out so long.
- •In the state troops for whom the army was frantic, but the
- •It did not produce, but now it could neither sell nor buy. Gerald
- •It over and decided that, in a choice between the Church and
- •Isn't it wonderful? I've so envied you Wade and so wanted a baby.
- •Isn't it too wonderful? Oh, Scarlett, I don't know how I shall
- •Illinois. In their first joy, they could think of nothing except
- •Island than hear he had taken that oath. I'd be proud of him if he
- •Voice quavering, for in her heart she was certain Ashley was dead.
- •In the man? And how could dear Melly defend him?
- •Vast army in another semicircle, crossed the Oostanaula River and
- •It was most unbecoming to have strange men in the house when
- •Increase of frightened refugees crowding into the already crowded
- •Insisted they could have managed the campaign better and drew maps
- •Visit. Much good this did her, for that worthy matron, her sleeves
- •It'll have to come off."
- •In the world and that in itself was startling these days, when
- •Vast relief that she had made her escape.
- •Veterans. I'm talking about brave young men like Willie Guinan who
- •Immediately he regretted his last remark, as her eyes widened with
- •In one or maybe it was his Pa, and Pa told me--"
- •I've read a good deal about sieges, beleaguered cities and the
- •Immortal soul by kissing you?"
- •It, tried to talk, to laugh, to carry on their business, just as
- •Very doors of Atlanta. Another retreat might bring the
- •Is he doing here?" She fought her way through the crowd to the
- •Into a wetter July and the Confederates, fighting desperately
- •In the warm wet summer nights, Atlanta's homes stood open to the
- •In that fight and the remainder slogged tiredly through the rain
- •Valley of Peachtree Creek. Atlanta was in agony and panic.
- •Veterans now, veterans of brief service, but veterans just the
- •Victory. There was fear in every heart but, now that they knew the
- •In martial lines but failed. She'd go to Macon and stay with her
- •In premature labor at least, judging by Aunt Pitty's alarmed
- •In response to Ellen's letters, pleading with her to come home, she
- •Irritated her. Wade was terrified to speechlessness by the
- •Volcano, but until that volcano erupted there was nothing they
- •It was unreal, grotesquely unreal, that morning skies which dawned
- •Voice came from the shadows: "Madam, my abject apologies for
- •I'll wager even dowagers like Mrs. Merriwether . . ."
- •Is home."
- •In love with Ashley. But how to explain this feeling that made her
- •Information, crowds massed about the telegraph office and the depot
- •In agonies. . . . And the lazy streams were redder now than ever
- •Into the house. She hesitated again before going upstairs to
- •It, so that her note was uppermost, she caught Gerald's words,
- •Intervals her quiet face was wrenched with pain.
- •I'm so sorry I'm so much trouble."
- •Imagination or if the sound of cannon in the distance had died
- •Is gittin' beat. Oh, Gawd, Miss Scarlett! Whut'll happen ter Maw
- •In the hospitals, wounded men on Aunt Pitty's lawn after the
- •If she did not find Dr. Meade soon, she would begin screaming with
- •It through herself. Thank God, Prissy knew all about midwifery.
- •It was going to be difficult, telling Melanie that she and Prissy
- •In through minute holes in the shades and about the edges. The
- •It was all over. Melanie was not dead and the small baby boy who
- •Interval in which her breathing finally quieted and her mind
- •Incoherently here and there, thinking how soon the flames would
- •Voice yelping like a lost hound. Prissy broke into the room and,
- •It looked and sounded like the end of the world.
- •Impossible to pack anything. Impossible to do anything but sit
- •If you got there, you'd probably find it burned down. I won't let
- •Interlaced above their heads, dark silent houses loomed up on
- •It. It comes out right near the MacIntosh place and that's only a
- •I want time to make a brave speech before departing for the wars."
- •Into her swaying, darkened mind, cold sanity came back with a rush
- •In the darkness. Scarlett could hear his heavy breathing, and her
- •I doubt if she could live through all the pain. Take good care of
- •It was too late. She leaned her head against the bowed neck of the
- •It all came back to her now, the nightmare journey after Rhett's
- •It. Then Scarlett saw with relief the faint rise and fall of her
- •In all her life. Muscles she did not know she possessed ached from
- •In the Bible had done just that thing. Cursed God and died. She
- •Veils, never handled reins without gloves to protect the white skin
- •In her exhaustion she hated Melanie, hated the tiny mewing voice of
- •Its mouth, it lowed again as if in pain.
- •It up and tie her to the back of the wagon."
- •It could have grown so steep since she saw it last. The horse
- •If she left the shelter of the wagon. But she laid the baby beside
- •If he believed she was part of a dream. Putting out his hand, he
- •Very ill--I brought her home."
- •Is glad you back! Sho is--"
- •In her mind Gerald spoke.
- •Voice steady. To her surprise, words came out as coolly and
- •In the cellar. A memory stirred.
- •If he says "They" once more, I'll scream. I can't help it, she
- •In the stable."
- •In the silence that fell, Scarlett saw her mother as she must have
- •Inherited the steadiest head in Clayton County?"
- •Into the dark hall and up the winding steps toward Gerald's room.
- •It fer some ice ter put on mah gals' haids.'
- •Image with the sleeping pink morsel against her dark breast--all a
- •It where there was no pain and weariness and her brain saw things
- •It. He must get over it. What will I do if he doesn't?--I won't
- •Inter de swamp de day de Yankees come, but de Lawd knows how we
- •Its taxes. What we need now is something to eat."
- •Instead of heavy quilted calico, while the dust floating upward
- •Into the soil. There was nothing for her here.
- •In her eyes. No sooner had the lump gone down than her empty
- •It was her gentle hardihood which irritated Scarlett more than the
- •Its loss. In the flight from Atlanta, he had understood nothing
- •Inferiors, especially darkies." But if she was gentle the darkies
- •In her mind, stories Aunt Pittypat had whispered of attacks on
- •Vegetables brought painfully from Twelve Oaks and the MacIntosh
- •Into its holster and moving into the hall until he stood directly
- •In the feel of his warm blood on her bare feet. She had struck a
- •Voice, Scarlett thought hard.
- •It were the sweetest of perfumes, hardtack and, her face changing,
- •In the excitement, now gave a tremendous throb that made her grit
- •In her. After all--after all, Melanie had dragged herself from bed
- •Vines were rotten and that night Scarlett hacked at them with the
- •It. But then, that's what a man gets for marrying a Yankee woman--
- •It was a relief to hear the truth put so baldly. How good the old
- •Inevitable time when warm clothing would be needed. And each warm
- •Vehemently that she had never even been a yard nigger. She had
- •In spite of Scarlett's problem of getting help from the others in
- •In the Yankee's wallet until they had to be spent. Next spring
- •Voices. Even in her frenzy, Scarlett wished she had Melanie with
- •If only the shoats were safe! If only the family had gotten safely
- •Intolerably from burns. Smoke was still rolling from the quarters,
- •In other days Pork's pilferings would have been a serious matter,
- •I do? Where shall I turn? Isn't there anybody in the world who
- •It?" whispered Suellen happily to Scarlett. Suellen was raised to
- •In the swamp. These hungry men could devour the whole shoat at one
- •It was inconceivable that the bustling town they knew, so full of
- •If that old darky, Peter, will let her come. Lots of the Atlanta
- •Into South Carolina."
- •I've got on. You see, when I enlisted I sold most of my land and I
- •I'll send Suellen to you so you can--well, so you'll have a little
- •I'm not interested. I never was interested. War is a man's
- •In their paddock. Mules are misbegotten, unnatural critters and it
- •Isn't the worst part about this. It's the loss of the men, the
- •In the matter of "comp'ny" Mammy was equally adamant. No lice-
- •It took days riding on a train to make the trip and if Ashley was
- •If there are two or three famished soldiers out there, none of us
- •Vent to loud guffaws at hearing the detractor of their beloved Tara
- •Vindicated himself. "Ah ain' talkin' about perteckin'. Ah's
- •It gen'ly ter Miss Melly,' an' Ah say--"
- •It. Clutching the letter to her, she raced up the porch steps and
- •In the first rush of joy when her eyes met those words, they had
- •It helps me. Every time I give some poor man my share I think that
- •Information.
- •Voice. "I hope I ain't troubled you too much, Ma'm."
- •It was September and time to pick the cotton. Will Benteen sat on
- •I'll do it. Then it'll be good for something."
- •Incoherent cries threw herself into the dirty soldier's arms and
- •Insolent. This last she could hardly believe, for she had never
- •In charge of the local Bureau, and his assistant was Hilton,
- •Issued many and conflicting orders governing the conduct of the
- •If he was on the tax books for more than two thousand dollars in
- •I can't be reconstructed into it. I ain't goin' to take their oath
- •It for enough to pay the taxes, if we had to."
- •If only Ashley were her husband, instead of Melanie's, how sweet it
- •If ever there was one. What's to become of us all?"
- •It has been interesting, if not comfortable, to witness a
- •I realize the bitterness of our situation, living here on your
- •In her heart.
- •I'd work for you, Ashley. I'd do anything for you. You know you
- •If I hated them both? Break Melanie's heart? Leave them both to
- •It seemed as if her neck would snap if he shook her again. She was
- •In the dim grayness of the parlor she fought a quick decisive
- •In the dull twilight of the winter afternoon she came to the end of
- •Its old face. She had hoped that Ashley's return would bring back
- •Into the room. She closed the window and leaned her head against
- •I've got to do it!" She hammered one small fist into the other.
- •If necessary. But what was a mortgage, after all? Scarlett said
- •Is the one I'm going to work on Rhett Butler. . . . They won't
- •Vocabulary as gallantry, knew she would have stared blankly if he
- •It ter mek money fer us."
- •It before. This muddy street down which she had driven a thousand
- •In de Tarleton fambly. It look--well, it look dyed ter me!"
- •Imagine that! Sometimes there were two dozen Yankees standing in
- •It because, while she took in fine sewing and Fanny painted china
- •Insulted a white woman. And the Yankees are very upset because so
- •It is to get anything sensible out of him."
- •Inquiringly: "Yes, Mammy?" and Scarlett, coming back from dreams,
- •I won't be able to go. And a day in bed would be such a lovely
- •It sounded. She shivered. Forever, thunder would mean cannon and
- •Into her pierced ears the diamond earrings she had brought from
- •It's warm? I'll go see what I can do about it. What is your name?
- •I think of joining the army in varnished boots and a white linen
- •Instead and the dimple crept into her cheek. He had drawn a chair
- •I always remembered you and wondered what you were doing."
- •In a moment he would ask her to marry him--or at least say that he
- •Very quiet. "And drop that demure expression."
- •It's frankness. But no, you had to come jingling your earbobs and
- •In his pockets. "Cotton prices are dropping. Times are so hard
- •It's home. I won't let it go. Not while I've got breath left in
- •It all, worth more.
- •Very much. The realization that I'm to be executed was too much
- •Voice cried in accents of pleasure and astonishment: "Surely, it
- •It wasn't long before the war was over and--well, there was a lot
- •I mean?"
- •In anger and apprehension and her lip was pushed out farther than
- •Voice Scarlett had ever heard: "Lamb, huccome you din' tell yo' own
- •In spite of her pleasure at the welcome, Scarlett felt a slight
- •In his black eyes and the Creole zest for living but, for all his
- •Indomitable form of his new mother-in-law. "The only reason we
- •Inviting and one of them, the largest, had stood in the place of
- •Insulted. And they were remembering graves.
- •If things drove them as she was driven, dead lovers, maimed
- •It? They were beyond her comprehension and vaguely irritating.
- •If one was to conquer them. Scarlett knew that family tradition
- •In every word he uttered were balm upon the wound left by Suellen's
- •It was a shame that such a fine little woman should be alone and
- •It was hard to realize that Atlanta and not Tara was her permanent
- •If she were a man she would have that mill, if she had to mortgage
- •Vexed if you take on so. I'll go to town and see how things are."
- •Intimate friends--wouldn't it have been wiser to wait until I got
- •Influence, and so I was released. Influence is everything, and
- •In strictest confidence (that means, don't tell Miss Pittypat!)
- •I wouldn't have that on my conscience."
- •I have the right to know, after your little trip out to the jail
- •I must decline to lend it."
- •Interest in it."
- •It's obvious that you still care about him--"
- •Voice which Scarlett did not understand but did not like to hear.
- •Voice. "I see. He loves you for your mind alone."
- •Intended to run it herself. "Go into the lumber business myself,"
- •Ignoring his hint that she should sell. "Mr. Johnson says he never
- •It was not that Frank had never seen commanding women before this.
- •Invited to meals and parties and fewer and fewer people came to
- •Vote. Why, there's hardly a handful of Democrats in the whole
- •I don't know what he said to her. I guess I'll never know now.
- •It at night when no one would know who it was? a sight more good
- •Various cities had complete power, even the power of life and
- •In slave days, these lowly blacks had been despised by the house
- •In its fanaticism, the former field hands found themselves suddenly
- •It's as good as yours now. Take it, if you can get it!"
- •Interested in political matters to provide the care the plantation
- •It or given aid and comfort to it were not allowed to vote, had no
- •In spite of war, fire and Reconstruction, Atlanta had again become
- •In this period, Atlanta was more ill bred and Yankeefied than it
- •Indifference to material wants. Dr. Meade could tell unlovely
- •In the showy big houses and, just around the corners, slow
- •Into promises of buying from her and her only.
- •Importuning of many eager Carpetbaggers, she finally decided to
- •Indignantly that from the way Scarlett was acting she was likely to
- •It was hard not to curse them to their faces. But she restrained
- •Inside for a cup of tea. Scarlett seldom refused, no matter how
- •If ever I get money enough, I'll spit in all their faces! I'll--
- •In silence. Peter's sniffles stopped and his underlip began to
- •Invasion when they could have fled or joined the troops for lives
- •In deference to the feelings of Frank and Pitty who would have been
- •Voice shaking.
- •It's more sensible than our way of trying to ignore it. It's a
- •Immeasurably and she would always chew coffee or gargle cologne to
- •I'll go home in June. I can't do anything here after that. I'll
- •If she talked about him and she mustn't cry, not until she was
- •It as if it were highly interesting. "Suellen ain't as bad as you
- •If he splits kindlin', like as not he'll slice off his foot. He
- •Into Jonesboro or over to Fayetteville. 'Specially as some of
- •Iron Clad oath and not even know it."
- •Voice. He was singin' 'Peg in a Low-backed Car' and beatin' the
- •In the absence of a priest Ashley was to conduct the services with
- •Irresponsibility.
- •Indecorous notes in the solemn occasion, their russet eyes still
- •In tears and the bereaved feminine relatives screaming with grief.
- •It did not come back to him readily and he spoke slowly,
- •In that couldn't nothin' stop him when his mind was made up and he
- •Inside. I mean to say that what the whole world couldn't do, his
- •In now. From what I hear, he's the worst plow hand in the County!
- •It, I say. And get every cent out of them you can, but when you've
- •It ter me, Miss Scnrlett? Dat watch belong by rights ter lil Wade
- •Interest in the mill. Not once did his eyes meet hers and he spoke
- •Into silence. There was a determined squareness about his slender
- •Indeed, than a woman. Such thoughts aren't pleasant to live with
- •I bury forever any hope of ever standing alone."
- •Voice saying her name over and over above her head. There was a
- •Interest and he--"
- •It'll mean for us to live in Atlanta among our own people and not
- •In the fields and then they, too, would come to town.
- •India was not easy to live with these days.
- •Very obvious. Like her body, her face was too thin and too pale and
- •Immediately the fires which smoldered beneath tight basques flamed
- •I haven't the right to speak on this matter, for none of my loved
- •If they were enemies. If Charlie were dead in the North it would
- •In the nights of the late summer her small, feebly lighted house
- •In your home, for you--and ladies like you--are the hearts of all
- •It was only Ashley who drew her to the house, for the conversations
- •Increasing impudence of the negroes and the outrages of the
- •If! If! The soft drawling voices quickened with an old excitement
- •It, the better we'll be."
- •If he permitted her to do it.
- •Immediately take hold and make the mill pay double what it had paid
- •It was a torture to have her mills in the hands of two men with no
- •In this atmosphere, as nerve straining as watching a slow fuse burn
- •I hates niggers--Yankees too."
- •It was such outspoken rudeness as this that threw Scarlett into
- •In fact, Mrs. Merriwether related to Mrs. Meade the complete
- •It seemed to Scarlett that after Archie came to work for her Frank
- •I paying you for? I'll have to make Mr. Wilkes stop what he's
- •In it. It isn't as though he didn't have a horse of his own. He
- •Interest in the legislature, feeling that its doings could hardly
- •Illustration in a book Wade was always pestering her to read aloud.
- •In your life. You're too lazy. All you ever do is finance
- •It for prying. Give me a smile and let's be pleasant for a minute
- •It was one of the few times she had ever seen him with his mask
- •In your mill."
- •Is pity."
- •Is gone."
- •Interest. My pretty, there are penalties in the business world for
- •It. . . . Or that poor devil, Tommy Wellburn, who does two men's
- •Important when a boat is sinking. But look around you at your
- •It was really Big Sam, she shoved the pistol down into the
- •Is iggerunt folks! He din' know de diffunce! So Ah stayed wid him
- •It some other time. . . . Miss Suellen is at Tara and she's
- •I spend enough money on their food to make them fat as hogs. The
- •Irish potatoes. Well, where are they? You can't have used them
- •Into the lumber room of her mind and shut the door upon it.
- •Vicious old watchdog and they four small kittens.
- •Innocuous channels. This irritated Scarlett almost beyond
- •Itself to Scarlett, making her more nervous than before. Handling
- •India was on her feet, her lean body quivering with insult.
- •In shaking fingers while her eyes, wide as a frightened child's
- •India's eyes met Melanie's in wild fear. Scarlett rose, flinging
- •Intrusion?"
- •In front of Yankees too, that both of them were too drunk to walk.
- •India snapped down the last shade and started on flying feet for
- •In his voice. "He won't die. Now, go take the lamp and hold it
- •If you called me 'Melly' without the Miss! I feel as though you
- •In a dreadful place like that!"
- •I see now it was necessary to take them there but-- Oh, Captain
- •Irritably that they were too old for such goings on, they wanted to
- •In that place."
- •Idea! I come up here as soon as 'twas dark to tell you you mustn't
- •I don't care. I wouldn't of minded if all their husbands got hung.
- •If there were only someone who could comfort her, quiet her fears,
- •It when you needed it. In fact, brandy was good almost any time,
- •If he laughed at her she would die, right then. But he did not
- •If he had married Sister Sue, she might not have caused his death
- •Incredible. Once she had planned how she would torment him should
- •It. But all a woman gets out of it is something to eat and a lot
- •Interval. By the way, just how long is a 'decent interval'?"
- •It is love which makes me so bold!"
- •Insistent mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tremors
- •Volition. But even as she spoke it, a sudden calm fell on her
- •It was not that they regretted their men were still alive. It was
- •Its climax, and the state's humiliation was complete.
- •Irritating talk with Grandpa. The old man had remarked that she
- •Very proper, too. Surely you can't be thinking of marrying a man
- •Investigation."
- •Including a high silk coachman's hat with a brush upon it, dress
- •It was made of angels' wings. I'll buy Mammy some red taffeta and
- •It was exciting to go out with him for he was so handsome. Somehow
- •Itself, because Scarlett had thought life could teach her no more.
- •Interest to details of her businesses, nodding approval at her
- •Into living in Miss Pitty's house, but not me. I don't believe I
- •I was looking at. It was modeled after a Swiss chalet."
- •I wouldn't put it beyond you. In fact, I wouldn't put anything
- •Intend to call, and I think they should. Somehow, it's hard for me
- •India's face went white but her head was high.
- •India leaped to her feet, red flooding her sallow face.
- •I had the only whole pair of shoes. You can forget those things
- •In your own petty minds, I do not care, for that is your business.
- •If it were something that mattered it wouldn't be so hard to hear
- •It's only decent that the families of the men Captain Butler saved
- •Violence at the hands of Melanie. Where he got this idea, Scarlett
- •Idly, as there were in Belle Watling's establishment. Interspread
- •In the house, only pinched his ear playfully and said: "Fiddle-
- •Inch from her stand that Rhett was a mule in horse harness. She
- •Very sorry for her some years hence, when the Republican rule was
- •In the weeks that followed her first party, Scarlett was hard put
- •It was hard to say which class was more cordially hated by the
- •Indirection, hints and feminine angling. He had a disconcerting
- •Infuriated when he replied with an amused gleam in his eyes: "I
- •Very much, almost as much as he feared her, and the thought of her
- •It was so peppery that it stung his eyes to tears and he began to
- •In this grown-up ceremony diverted him.
- •Into the cellaret and producing a squat bottle. "She is a beautiful
- •Very well for a man to love his child but she felt there was
- •If Johnnie can make this much with them--"
- •It. Your--Rhett Butler. Everything he touches he poisons. And he
- •If he was startled at her unexpected statement he did not show it.
- •I would have no sense of shame for anything I did, for I made a
- •In the road. . . . Don't bother, son. You don't have to go to any
- •I'm going to have her humiliated like Wade for things that aren't
- •In this town, especially Mrs. Merriwether, Mrs. Elsing, Mrs.
- •It was a glorious spree for the gang which had Georgia by the
- •It had been years since he had chosen to do this but he did it now,
- •It was Ashley's birthday and Melanie was giving him a surprise
- •I'm a terrible goose and you know it."
- •Invite me to receive with her and India and Aunt Pitty?"
- •Impulse to snatch off her bonnet and toss it into the air and cry
- •Very nearness would have set her a-tremble. Now she felt a curious
- •In the garden at Twelve Oaks and said: "I won't look back," she
- •Voice, the touch of his hand were softly unlocking doors that she
- •I do then? she thought frenziedly, the tears streaming down her
- •It in this town as long as you live. And while I may endure a
- •In her chemise, perhaps that frightening look would leave his face.
- •In his hand, his voice cool and soft. The music stopped as they
- •In the wrong. Tomorrow the memory of this hideous night would not
- •Into the dark hall, her backless slippers making a great clatter in
- •Intended to make.
- •Impressions in her mind.
- •In her life she had felt alive, felt passion as sweeping and
- •Very drunk, as you doubtless know, and quite swept off my feet by
- •I'd have told you. I've been living with her ever since the day
- •Intoxicating one, a gesture worth everything she might lose
- •Instincts arose, an instinct that would not let her masquerade in
- •Innocent and trusting person. She owed Melanie a debt for her
- •Vexed with me, dear, for saying that. I don't mean you've ever
- •India's eyes, he would see the truth shining there, truth and
- •It was characteristic of the regard in which Scarlett was held that
- •Interest in it and was sharp and cross with the clerks. Johnnie
- •Vexed, to win their confidence or affection. And now, it was
- •Intending to stay there forever.
- •It was going to be more difficult than she anticipated, greeting
- •It frightened her, the desperate choking sound he made. She had a
- •Its secrets, babbling the truth for the first time in his life,
- •Ill she's been. When she gets back from Tara she will start again
- •Into money. And they had fed and clothed any number of waifs who
- •In his eye. "Now will you let me lend you the money?"
- •Indian had been in progress when the time came to meet the train
- •If that was what he wanted, she could act her part too.
- •Value was the least reason. She could have sold them for large
- •It's your own business, Ashley, and far be it from me to tell you
- •In the time that followed her illness Scarlett noticed a change in
- •It was as though the swift flood of his life had been diverted into
- •In the flaring gas light he looked at her incuriously and then he
- •In power he's been desperately manufacturing Klan outrage stories
- •Isn't silly. People will remember for years that Bonnie sat on my
- •Insolent now. They were stunned, bewildered, afraid. And the
- •In dimity frocks and pinafores instead of blue taffeta and lace
- •Imagination. On days that were bright and clear the two could be
- •Intended him to put his fat body over the bar; Bonnie, who could
- •Into unnatural brightness. She could hear an Irish voice singing,
- •It doan do no good."
- •It. An' w'en Miss Scarlett come to, Ah think, bress Gawd! Now dey
- •Inter de house an' not even speak ter Miss Scarlett or Miss Pitty
- •Ventu' ter say: 'Mist Rhett, suh, what 'bout de fune'l?' Den he
- •Into it wearily, her shapeless body overflowing it. She sat still,
- •Into the room. Melanie looked tired and there were tears
- •Into resigned acceptance of her loss. Yet this eerie sense of
- •In front of the servants. She had been too busy remembering the
- •Indulgent to her wheedlings. Now she would willingly have humbled
- •In spite of herself. Now he was silently, morosely drunk and, as
- •Is to give him another baby just as quickly as you can."
- •It would be a comfort to sit with Maybelle, remembering that
- •Veteran too, but she had no cronies with whom she could refight old
- •Interminably through the wet early autumn afternoon, stopping at
- •It in. Melanie could not die. It was impossible for her to die.
- •Voice begging her to take the baby should she die--remember, too,
- •It up to her. I'll be so good to her. I'll never even speak to
- •It possibly could be.
- •It in the moment of discovery but there was still Ashley left.
- •It's too late to do anything. Oh, Ashley, men are supposed to know
- •Voice was in her ear.
- •I've got him and I don't want him. His damned honor will make him
- •Inevitable arrangements that follow a death made her throat
- •It better." But the charm had lost its potency. She had to think
- •In the world had gone out of it, life was in ruins and panic howled
- •In a marsh light, no more security than in quicksand. It was
- •It. And when Bonnie died-- Oh, how could I?"
- •In a kindly way, that frightened her.
- •Vividly all the kind things Melanie had ever done for her. "Why
- •Impersonal speculative way.
- •Voice like this once before and at some other crisis of her life.
- •It was the first time in her life she had been sorry for anyone
- •Impersonal kindness that was written so plainly in his face.
- •I'm not regretting anything I've ever done. I've had a hell of a
- •I'm that sentimental. Atlanta's too raw for me, too new."
- •I'm too old to believe in such sentimentalities as clean slates and
- •Instant of insensibility before their agony begins.
- •It stared them in the face, she raised her chin. She could get
It! Oh, for God's sake, Auntie, Melly, pick up the salts! Hold
her up, Melly."
Melly, weeping openly with happiness, steadied Miss Pitty's rolling
head and held the smelling salts under her nose. Scarlett braced
the fat old lady on the other side, her heart singing with joy.
Ashley was alive. He wasn't even wounded. How good God was to
pass him by! How--
She heard a low moan and, turning, saw Fanny Elsing lay her head on
her mother's bosom, saw the casualty list flutter to the floor of
the carriage, saw Mrs. Elsing's thin lips quiver as she gathered
her daughter in her arms and said quietly to the coachman: "Home.
Quickly." Scarlett took a quick glance at the lists. Hugh Elsing
was not listed. Fanny must have had a beau and now he was dead.
The crowd made way in sympathetic silence for the Elsings'
carriage, and after them followed the little wicker pony cart of
the McLure girls. Miss Faith was driving, her face like a rock,
and for once, her teeth were covered by her lips. Miss Hope, death
in her face, sat erect beside her, holding her sister's skirt in a
tight grasp. They looked like very old women. Their young brother
Dallas was their darling and the only relative the maiden ladies
had in the world. Dallas was gone.
"Melly! Melly!" cried Maybelle, joy in her voice, "Rene is safe!
And Ashley, too! Oh, thank God!" The shawl had slipped from her
shoulders and her condition was most obvious but, for once, neither
she nor Mrs. Merriwether cared. "Oh, Mrs. Meade! Rene--" Her
voice changed, swiftly, "Melly, look!--Mrs. Meade, please! Darcy
isn't--?"
Mrs. Meade was looking down into her lap and she did not raise her
head when her name was called, but the face of little Phil beside
her was an open book that all might read.
"There, there, Mother," he said, helplessly. Mrs. Meade looked up,
meeting Melanie's eyes.
"He won't need those boots now," she said.
"Oh, darling!" cried Melly, beginning to sob, as she shoved Aunt
Pitty onto Scarlett's shoulder and scrambled out of the carriage
and toward that of the doctor's wife.
"Mother, you've still got me," said Phil, in a forlorn effort at
comforting the white-faced woman beside him. "And if you'll just
let me, I'll go kill all the Yank--"
Mrs. Meade clutched his arm as if she would never let it go, said
"No!" in a strangled voice and seemed to choke.
"Phil Meade, you hush your mouth!" hissed Melanie, climbing in
beside Mrs. Meade and taking her in her arms. "Do you think it'll
help your mother to have you off getting shot too? I never heard
anything so silly. Drive us home, quick!"
She turned to Scarlett as Phil picked up the reins.
"As soon as you take Auntie home, come over to Mrs. Meade's.
Captain Butler, can you get word to the doctor? He's at the
hospital."
The carriage moved off through the dispersing crowd. Some of the
women were weeping with joy, but most looked too stunned to realize
the heavy blows that had fallen upon them. Scarlett bent her head
over the blurred lists, reading rapidly, to find names of friends.
Now that Ashley was safe she could think of other people. Oh, how
long the list was! How heavy the toll from Atlanta, from all of
Georgia.
Good Heavens! "Calvert--Raiford, Lieutenant." Raif! Suddenly she
remembered the day, so long ago, when they had run away together
but decided to come home at nightfall because they were hungry and
afraid of the dark.
"Fontaine--Joseph K., private." Little bad-tempered Joe! And
Sally hardly over having her baby!
"Munroe--LaFayette, Captain." And Lafe had been engaged to
Cathleen Calvert. Poor Cathleen! Hers had been a double loss, a
brother and a sweetheart. But Sally's loss was greater--a brother
and a husband.
Oh, this was too terrible. She was almost afraid to read further.
Aunt Pitty was heaving and sighing on her shoulder and, with small
ceremony, Scarlett pushed her over into a corner of the carriage
and continued her reading.
Surely, surely--there couldn't be three "Tarleton" names on that
list. Perhaps--perhaps the hurried printer had repeated the name
by error. But no. There they were. "Tarleton--Brenton,
Lieutenant." "Tarleton--Stuart, Corporal." "Tarleton--Thomas,
private." And Boyd, dead the first year of the war, was buried God
knew where in Virginia. All the Tarleton boys gone. Tom and the
lazy long-legged twins with their love of gossip and their absurd
practical jokes and Boyd who had the grace of a dancing master and
the tongue of a wasp.
She could not read any more. She could not know if any other of
those boys with whom she had grown up, danced, flirted, kissed were
on that list. She wished that she could cry, do something to ease
the iron fingers that were digging into her throat.
"I'm sorry, Scarlett," said Rhett. She looked up at him. She had
forgotten he was still there. "Many of your friends?"
She nodded and struggled to speak: "About every family in the
County--and all--all three of the Tarleton boys."
His face was quiet, almost somber, and there was no mocking in his
eyes.
"And the end is not yet," he said. "These are just the first lists
and they're incomplete. There'll be a longer list tomorrow." He
lowered his voice so that those in the near-by carriages could not
hear. "Scarlett, General Lee must have lost the battle. I heard
at headquarters that he had retreated back into Maryland."
She raised frightened eyes to his, but her fear did not spring from
Lee's defeat. Longer casualty lists tomorrow! Tomorrow. She had
not thought of tomorrow, so happy was she at first that Ashley's
name was not on that list. Tomorrow. Why, right this minute he
might be dead and she would not know it until tomorrow, or perhaps
a week from tomorrow.
"Oh, Rhett, why do there have to be wars? It would have been so
much better for the Yankees to pay for the darkies--or even for us
to give them the darkies free of charge than to have this happen."
"It isn't the darkies, Scarlett. They're just the excuse.
There'll always be wars because men love wars. Women don't, but
men do--yea, passing the love of women."
His mouth twisted in his old smile and the seriousness was gone
from his face. He lifted his wide Panama hat.
"Good-by. I'm going to find Dr. Meade. I imagine the irony of me
being the one to tell him of his son's death will be lost on him,
just now. But later, he'll probably hate to think that a
speculator brought the news of a hero's death."
Scarlett put Miss Pitty to bed with a toddy, left Prissy and Cookie
in attendance and went down the street to the Meade house. Mrs.
Meade was upstairs with Phil, waiting her husband's return, and
Melanie sat in the parlor, talking in a low voice to a group of
sympathetic neighbors. She was busy with needle and scissors,
altering a mourning dress that Mrs. Elsing had lent to Mrs. Meade.
Already the house was full of the acrid smell of clothes boiling in
homemade black dye for, in the kitchen, the sobbing cook was
stirring all of Mrs. Meade's dresses in the huge wash pot.
"How is she?" questioned Scarlett softly.
"Not a tear," said Melanie. "It's terrible when women can't cry.
I don't know how men stand things without crying. I guess it's
because they're stronger and braver than women. She says she's
going to Pennsylvania by herself to bring him home. The doctor
can't leave the hospital."
"It will be dreadful for her! Why can't Phil go?"
"She's afraid he'll join the army if he gets out of her sight. You
know he's so big for his age and they're taking them at sixteen
now."
One by one the neighbors slipped away, reluctant to be present when
the doctor came home, and Scarlett and Melanie were left alone,
sewing in the parlor. Melanie looked sad but tranquil, though
tears dropped down on the cloth she held in her hands. Evidently
she had not thought that the battle might still be going on and
Ashley perhaps dead at this very moment. With panic in her heart,
Scarlett did not know whether to tell Melanie of Rhett's words and
have the dubious comfort of her misery or keep it to herself.
Finally she decided to remain quiet. It would never do for Melanie
to think her too worried about Ashley. She thanked God that
everyone, Melly and Pitty included, had been too engrossed in her
own worries that morning to notice her conduct.
After an interval of silent sewing, they heard sounds outside and,
peering through the curtains, they saw Dr. Meade alighting from his
horse. His shoulders were sagging and his head bowed until his
gray beard spread out fanlike on his chest. He came slowly into
the house and, laying down his hat and bag, kissed both the girls
silently. Then he went tiredly up the stairs. In a moment Phil
came down, all long legs and arms and awkwardness. The two girls
looked an invitation to join them, but he went onto the front porch
and, seating himself on the top step, dropped his head on his
cupped palm.
Melly sighed.
"He's mad because they won't let him go fight the Yankees. Fifteen
years old! Oh, Scarlett, it would be Heaven to have a son like
that!"
"And have him get killed," said Scarlett shortly, thinking of
Darcy.
"It would be better to have a son even if he did get killed than to
never have one," said Melanie and gulped. "You can't understand,
Scarlett, because you've got little Wade, but I-- Oh, Scarlett, I
want a baby so bad! I know you think I'm horrid to say it right
out, but it's true and only what every woman wants and you know
it."
Scarlett restrained herself from sniffing.
"If God should will that Ashley should be--taken, I suppose I could
bear it, though I'd rather die if he died. But God would give me
strength to bear it. But I could not bear having him dead and not
having--not having a child of his to comfort me. Oh, Scarlett, how
lucky you are! Though you lost Charlie, you have his son. And if
Ashley goes, I'll have nothing. Scarlett, forgive me, but
sometimes I've been so jealous of you--"
"Jealous--of me?" cried Scarlett, stricken with guilt.
"Because you have a son and I haven't. I've even pretended
sometimes that Wade was mine because it's so awful not to have a
child."
"Fiddle-dee-dee!" said Scarlett in relief. She cast a quick glance
at the slight figure with blushing face bent over the sewing.
Melanie might want children but she certainly did not have the
figure for bearing them. She was hardly taller than a twelve-year-
old child, her hips were as narrow as a child's and her breasts
were very flat. The very thought of Melanie having a child was
repellent to Scarlett. It brought up too many thoughts she
couldn't bear thinking. If Melanie should have a child of
Ashley's, it would be as though something were taken from Scarlett
that was her own.
"Do forgive me for saying that about Wade. You know I love him so.
You aren't mad at me, are you?"
"Don't be silly," said Scarlett shortly. "And go out on the porch
and do something for Phil. He's crying."
CHAPTER XV
The army, driven back into Virginia, went into winter quarters on
the Rapidan--a tired, depleted army since the defeat at Gettysburg--
and as the Christmas season approached, Ashley came home on
furlough. Scarlett, seeing him for the first time in more than two
years, was frightened by the violence of her feelings. When she
had stood in the parlor at Twelve Oaks and seen him married to
Melanie, she had thought she could never love him with a more
heartbreaking intensity than she did at that moment. But now she
knew her feelings of that long-past night were those of a spoiled
child thwarted of a toy. Now, her emotions were sharpened by her
long dreams of him, heightened by the repression she had been
forced to put on her tongue.
This Ashley Wilkes in his faded, patched uniform, his blond hair
bleached tow by summer suns, was a different man from the easy-
going, drowsy-eyed boy she had loved to desperation before the war.
And he was a thousand times more thrilling. He was bronzed and
lean now, where he had once been fair and slender, and the long
golden mustache drooping about his mouth, cavalry style, was the
last touch needed to make him the perfect picture of a soldier.
He stood with military straightness in his old uniform, his pistol
in its worn holster, his battered scabbard smartly slapping his
high boots, his tarnished spurs dully gleaming--Major Ashley
Wilkes, C.S.A. The habit of command sat upon him now, a quiet air
of self-reliance and authority, and grim lines were beginning to
emerge about his mouth. There was something new and strange about
the square set of his shoulders and the cool bright gleam of his
eyes. Where he had once been lounging and indolent, he was now as
alert as a prowling cat, with the tense alertness of one whose
nerves are perpetually drawn as tight as the strings of a violin.
In his eyes, there was a fagged, haunted look, and the sunburned
skin was tight across the fine bones of his face--her same handsome
Ashley, yet so very different.
Scarlett had made her plans to spend Christmas at Tara, but after
Ashley's telegram came no power on earth, not even a direct command
from the disappointed Ellen, could drag her away from Atlanta. Had
Ashley intended going to Twelve Oaks, she would have hastened to
Tara to be near him; but he had written his family to join him in
Atlanta, and Mr. Wilkes and Honey and India were already in town.
Go home to Tara and miss seeing him, after two long years? Miss
the heart-quickening sound of his voice, miss reading in his eyes
that he had not forgotten her? Never! Not for all the mothers in
the world.
Ashley came home four days before Christmas, with a group of the
County boys also on furlough, a sadly diminished group since
Gettysburg. Cade Calvert was among them, a thin, gaunt Cade, who
coughed continually, two of the Munroe boys, bubbling with the
excitement of their first leave since 1861, and Alex and Tony
Fontaine, splendidly drunk, boisterous and quarrelsome. The group
had two hours to wait between trains and, as it was taxing the
diplomacy of the sober members of the party to keep the Fontaines
from fighting each other and perfect strangers in the depot, Ashley
brought them all home to Aunt Pittypat's.
"You'd think they'd had enough fighting in Virginia," said Cade
bitterly, as he watched the two bristle like game-cocks over who
should be the first to kiss the fluttering and flattered Aunt
Pitty. "But no. They've been drunk and picking fights ever since
we got to Richmond. The provost guard took them up there and if it
hadn't been for Ashley's slick tongue, they'd have spent Christmas
in jail."
But Scarlett hardly heard a word he said, so enraptured was she at
being in the same room with Ashley again. How could she have
thought during these two years that other men were nice or handsome
or exciting? How could she have even endured hearing them make
love to her when Ashley was in the world? He was home again,
separated from her only by the width of the parlor rug, and it took
all her strength not to dissolve in happy tears every time she
looked at him sitting there on the sofa with Melly on one side and
India on the other and Honey hanging over his shoulder. If only
she had the right to sit there beside him, her arm through his! If
only she could pat his sleeve every few minutes to make sure he was
really there, hold his hand and use his handkerchief to wipe away
her tears of joy. For Melanie was doing all these things,
unashamedly. Too happy to be shy and reserved, she hung on her
husband's arm and adored him openly with her eyes, with her smiles,
her tears. And Scarlett was too happy to resent this, too glad to
be jealous. Ashley was home at last!
Now and then she put her hand up to her cheek where he had kissed
her and felt again the thrill of his lips and smiled at him. He
had not kissed her first, of course. Melly had hurled herself into
his arms crying incoherently, holding him as though she would never
let him go. And then, India and Honey had hugged him, fairly
tearing him from Melanie's arms. Then he had kissed his father,
with a dignified affectionate embrace that showed the strong quiet
feeling that lay between them. And then Aunt Pitty, who was
jumping up and down on her inadequate little feet with excitement.
Finally he turned to her, surrounded by all the boys who were
claiming their kisses, and said: "Oh, Scarlett! You pretty,
pretty thing!" and kissed her on the cheek.
With that kiss, everything she had intended to say in welcome took
wings. Not until hours later did she recall that he had not kissed
her on the lips. Then she wondered feverishly if he would have
done it had she met him alone, bending his tall body over hers,
pulling her up on tiptoe, holding her for a long, long time. And
because it made her happy to think so, she believed that he would.
But there would be time for all things, a whole week! Surely she
could maneuver to get him alone and say: "Do you remember those
rides we used to take down our secret bridle paths?" "Do you
remember how the moon looked that night when we sat on the steps at
Tara and you quoted that poem?" (Good Heavens! What was the name
of that poem, anyway?) "Do you remember that afternoon when I
sprained my ankle and you carried me home in your arms in the
twilight?"
Oh, there were so many things she would preface with "Do you
remember?" So many dear memories that would bring back to him
those lovely days when they roamed the County like care-free
children, so many things that would call to mind the days before
Melanie Hamilton entered on the scene. And while they talked she
could perhaps read in his eyes some quickening of emotion, some
hint that behind the barrier of husbandly affection for Melanie he
still cared, cared as passionately as on that day of the barbecue
when he burst forth with the truth. It did not occur to her to
plan just what they would do if Ashley should declare his love for
her in unmistakable words. It would be enough to know that he did
care. . . . Yes, she could wait, could let Melanie have her happy
hour of squeezing his arm and crying. Her time would come. After
all, what did a girl like Melanie know of love?
"Darling, you look like a ragamuffin," said Melanie when the first
excitement of homecoming was over. "Who did mend your uniform and
why did they use blue patches?"
"I thought I looked perfectly dashing," said Ashley, considering
his appearance. "Just compare me with those rag-tags over there
and you'll appreciate me more. Mose mended the uniform and I
thought he did very well, considering that he'd never had a needle