- •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 just doesn't work. You get good lines, perhaps, but no
stamina. You--"
"Now, Ma'm, I'm taking issue with you on that! Can you name me
better people than the Wilkes? And they've been intermarrying
since Brian Boru was a boy."
"And high time they stopped it, for it's beginning to show. Oh,
not Ashley so much, for he's a good-looking devil, though even he--
But look at those two washed-out-looking Wilkes girls, poor
things! Nice girls, of course, but washed out. And look at
little Miss Melanie. Thin as a rail and delicate enough for the
wind to blow away and no spirit at all. Not a notion of her own.
'No, Ma'm!' 'Yes, Ma'm!' That's all she has to say. You see what
I mean? That family needs new blood, fine vigorous blood like my
red heads or your Scarlett. Now, don't misunderstand me. The
Wilkes are fine folks in their way, and you know I'm fond of them
all, but be frank! They are overbred and inbred too, aren't they?
They'll do fine on a dry track, a fast track, but mark my words, I
don't believe the Wilkes can run on a mud track. I believe the
stamina has been bred out of them, and when the emergency arises I
don't believe they can run against odds. Dry-weather stock. Give
me a big horse who can run in any weather! And their intermarrying
has made them different from other folks around here. Always
fiddling with the piano or sticking their heads in a book. I do
believe Ashley would rather read than hunt! Yes, I honestly believe
that, Mr. O'Hara! And just look at the bones on them. Too slender.
They need dams and sires with strength--"
"Ah-ah-hum," said Gerald, suddenly and guiltily aware that the
conversation, a most interesting and entirely proper one to him,
would seem quite otherwise to Ellen. In fact, he knew she would
never recover should she learn that her daughters had been exposed
to so frank a conversation. But Mrs. Tarleton was, as usual, deaf
to all other ideas when pursuing her favorite topic, breeding,
whether it be horses or humans.
"I know what I'm talking about because I had some cousins who
married each other and I give you my word their children all
turned out as popeyed as bullfrogs, poor things. And when my
family wanted me to marry a second cousin, I bucked like a colt.
I said, 'No, Ma. Not for me. My children will all have spavins
and heaves.' Well, Ma fainted when I said that about spavins, but
I stood firm and Grandma backed me up. She knew a lot about horse
breeding too, you see, and said I was right. And she helped me
run away with Mr. Tarleton. And look at my children! Big and
healthy and not a sickly one or a runt among them, though Boyd is
only five feet ten. Now, the Wilkes--"
"Not meaning to change the subject, Ma'm," broke in Gerald
hurriedly, for he had noticed Carreen's bewildered look and the
avid curiosity on Suellen's face and feared lest they might ask
Ellen embarrassing questions which would reveal how inadequate a
chaperon he was. Puss, he was glad to notice, appeared to be
thinking of other matters as a lady should.
Betty Tarleton rescued him from his predicament.
"Good Heavens, Ma, do let's get on!" she cried impatiently. "This
sun is broiling me and I can just hear freckles popping out on my
neck."
"Just a minute, Ma'm, before you go," said Gerald. "But what have
you decided to do about selling us the horses for the Troop? War
may break any day now and the boys want the matter settled. It's
a Clayton County troop and it's Clayton County horses we want for
them. But you, obstinate creature that you are, are still
refusing to sell us your fine beasts."
"Maybe there won't be any war," Mrs. Tarleton temporized, her mind
diverted completely from the Wilkeses' odd marriage habits.
"Why, Ma'm, you can't--"
"Ma," Betty interrupted again, "can't you and Mr. O'Hara talk
about the horses at Twelve Oaks as well as here?"
"That's just it, Miss Betty," said Gerald. "And I won't be
keeping you but one minute by the clock. We'll be getting to
Twelve Oaks in a little bit, and every man there, old and young,
wanting to know about the horses. Ah, but it's breaking me heart
to see such a fine pretty lady as your mother so stingy with her
beasts! Now, where's your patriotism, Mrs. Tarleton? Does the
Confederacy mean nothing to you at all?"
"Ma," cried small Betsy, "Randa's sitting on my dress and I'm
getting all wrinkled."
"Well, push Randa off you, Betsy, and hush. Now, listen to me,
Gerald O'Hara," she retorted, her eyes beginning to snap. "Don't
you go throwing the Confederacy in my face! I reckon the
Confederacy means as much to me as it does to you, me with four
boys in the Troop and you with none. But my boys can take care of
themselves and my horses can't. I'd gladly give the horses free
of charge if I knew they were going to be ridden by boys I know,
gentlemen used to thoroughbreds. No, I wouldn't hesitate a
minute. But let my beauties be at the mercy of back-woodsmen and
Crackers who are used to riding mules! No, sir! I'd have
nightmares thinking they were being ridden with saddle galls and
not groomed properly. Do you think I'd let ignorant fools ride my
tender-mouthed darlings and saw their mouths to pieces and beat
them till their spirits were broken? Why, I've got goose flesh
this minute, just thinking about it! No, Mr. O'Hara, you're
mighty nice to want my horses, but you'd better go to Atlanta and
buy some old plugs for your clodhoppers. They'll never know the
difference."
"Ma, can't we please go on?" asked Camilla, joining the impatient
chorus. "You know mighty well you're going to end up giving them
your darlings anyhow. When Pa and the boys get through talking
about the Confederacy needing them and so on, you'll cry and let
them go."
Mrs. Tarleton grinned and shook the lines.
"I'll do no such thing," she said, touching the horses lightly
with the whip. The carriage went off swiftly.
"That's a fine woman," said Gerald, putting on his hat and taking
his place beside his own carriage. "Drive on, Toby. We'll wear
her down and get the horses yet. Of course, she's right. She's
right. If a man's not a gentleman, he's no business on a horse.
The infantry is the place for him. But more's the pity, there's
not enough planters' sons in this County to make up a full troop.
What did you say, Puss?"
"Pa, please ride behind us or in front of us. You kick up such a
heap of dust that we're choking," said Scarlett, who felt that she
could endure conversation no longer. It distracted her from her
thoughts and she was very anxious to arrange both her thoughts and
her face in attractive lines before reaching Twelve Oaks. Gerald
obediently put spurs to his horse and was off in a red cloud after
the Tarleton carriage where he could continue his horsy conversation.
CHAPTER VI
They crossed the river and the carriage mounted the hill. Even
before Twelve Oaks came into view Scarlett saw a haze of smoke
hanging lazily in the tops of the tall trees and smelled the
mingled savory odors of burning hickory logs and roasting pork and
mutton.
The barbecue pits, which had been slowly burning since last night,
would now be long troughs of rose-red embers, with the meats
turning on spits above them and the juices trickling down and
hissing into the coals. Scarlett knew that the fragrance carried
on the faint breeze came from the grove of great oaks in the rear
of the big house. John Wilkes always held his barbecues there, on
the gentle slope leading down to the rose garden, a pleasant shady
place and a far pleasanter place, for instance, than that used by
the Calverts. Mrs. Calvert did not like barbecue food and
declared that the smells remained in the house for days, so her
guests always sweltered on a flat unshaded spot a quarter of a
mile from the house. But John Wilkes, famed throughout the state
for his hospitality, really knew how to give a barbecue.
The long trestled picnic tables, covered with the finest of the
Wilkeses' linen, always stood under the thickest shade, with
backless benches on either side; and chairs, hassocks and cushions
from the house were scattered about the glade for those who did
not fancy the benches. At a distance great enough to keep the
smoke away from the guests were the long pits where the meats
cooked and the huge iron wash-pots from which the succulent odors
of barbecue sauce and Brunswick stew floated. Mr. Wilkes always
had at least a dozen darkies busy running back and forth with
trays to serve the guests. Over behind the barns there was always
another barbecue pit, where the house servants and the coachmen
and maids of the guests had their own feast of hoecakes and yams
and chitterlings, that dish of hog entrails so dear to negro
hearts, and, in season, watermelons enough to satiate.
As the smell of crisp fresh pork came to her, Scarlett wrinkled
her nose appreciatively, hoping that by the time it was cooked she
would feel some appetite. As it was she was so full of food and
so tightly laced that she feared every moment she was going to
belch. That would be fatal, as only old men and very old ladies
could belch without fear of social disapproval.
They topped the rise and the white house reared its perfect
symmetry before her, tall of columns, wide of verandas, flat of
roof, beautiful as a woman is beautiful who is so sure of her
charm that she can be generous and gracious to all. Scarlett
loved Twelve Oaks even more than Tara, for it had a stately
beauty, a mellowed dignity that Gerald's house did not possess.
The wide curving driveway was full of saddle horses and carriages
and guests alighting and calling greetings to friends. Grinning
negroes, excited as always at a party, were leading the animals to
the barnyard to be unharnessed and unsaddled for the day. Swarms
of children, black and white, ran yelling about the newly green
lawn, playing hopscotch and tag and boasting how much they were
going to eat. The wide hall which ran from front to back of the
house was swarming with people, and as the O'Hara carriage drew up
at the front steps, Scarlett saw girls in crinolines, bright as
butterflies, going up and coming down the stairs from the second
floor, arms about each other's waists, stopping to lean over the
delicate handrail of the banisters, laughing and calling to young
men in the hall below them.
Through the open French windows, she caught glimpses of the older
women seated in the drawing room, sedate in dark silks as they sat
fanning themselves and talking of babies and sicknesses and who
had married whom and why. The Wilkes butler, Tom, was hurrying
through the halls, a silver tray in his hands, bowing and
grinning, as he offered tall glasses to young men in fawn and gray
trousers and fine ruffled linen shirts.
The sunny front veranda was thronged with guests. Yes, the whole
County was here, thought Scarlett. The four Tarleton boys and
their father leaned against the tall columns, the twins, Stuart
and Brent, side by side inseparable as usual, Boyd and Tom with
their father, James Tarleton. Mr. Calvert was standing close by
the side of his Yankee wife, who even after fifteen years in
Georgia never seemed to quite belong anywhere. Everyone was very
polite and kind to her because he felt sorry for her, but no one
could forget that she had compounded her initial error of birth by
being the governess of Mr. Calvert's children. The two Calvert
boys, Raiford and Cade, were there with their dashing blonde
sister, Cathleen, teasing the dark-faced Joe Fontaine and Sally
Munroe, his pretty bride-to-be. Alex and Tony Fontaine were
whispering in the ears of Dimity Munroe and sending her into gales
of giggles. There were families from as far as Lovejoy, ten miles
away, and from Fayetteville and Jonesboro, a few even from Atlanta
and Macon. The house seemed bursting with the crowd, and a
ceaseless babble of talking and laughter and giggles and shrill
feminine squeaks and screams rose and fell.
On the porch steps stood John Wilkes, silver-haired, erect,
radiating the quiet charm and hospitality that was as warm and
never failing as the sun of Georgia summer. Beside him Honey
Wilkes, so called because she indiscriminately addressed everyone
from her father to the field hands by that endearment, fidgeted
and giggled as she called greetings to the arriving guests.
Honey's nervously obvious desire to be attractive to every man in
sight contrasted sharply with her father's poise, and Scarlett had
the thought that perhaps there was something in what Mrs. Tarleton
said, after all. Certainly the Wilkes men got the family looks.
The thick deep-gold lashes that set off the gray eyes of John
Wilkes and Ashley were sparse and colorless in the faces of Honey
and her sister India. Honey had the odd lashless look of a
rabbit, and India could be described by no other word than plain.
India was nowhere to be seen, but Scarlett knew she probably was
in the kitchen giving final instructions to the servants. Poor
India, thought Scarlett, she's had so much trouble keeping house
since her mother died that she's never had the chance to catch any
beau except Stuart Tarleton, and it certainly wasn't my fault if
he thought I was prettier than she.
John Wilkes came down the steps to offer his arm to Scarlett. As
she descended from the carriage, she saw Suellen smirk and knew
that she must have picked out Frank Kennedy in the crowd.
If I couldn't catch a better beau than that old maid in britches!
she thought contemptuously, as she stepped to the ground and
smiled her thanks to John Wilkes.
Frank Kennedy was hurrying to the carriage to assist Suellen, and
Suellen was bridling in a way that made Scarlett want to slap her.
Frank Kennedy might own more land than anyone in the County and he
might have a very kind heart, but these things counted for nothing
against the fact that he was forty, slight and nervous and had a
thin ginger-colored beard and an old-maidish, fussy way about him.
However, remembering her plan, Scarlett smothered her contempt and
cast such a flashing smile of greeting at him that he stopped
short, his arm outheld to Suellen and goggled at Scarlett in
pleased bewilderment.
Scarlett's eyes searched the crowd for Ashley, even while she made
pleasant small talk with John Wilkes, but he was not on the porch.
There were cries of greeting from a dozen voices and Stuart and
Brent Tarleton moved toward her. The Munroe girls rushed up to
exclaim over her dress, and she was speedily the center of a
circle of voices that rose higher and higher in efforts to be
heard above the din. But where was Ashley? And Melanie and
Charles? She tried not to be obvious as she looked about and
peered down the hall into the laughing group inside.
As she chattered and laughed and cast quick glances into the house
and the yard, her eyes fell on a stranger, standing alone in the
hall, staring at her in a cool impertinent way that brought her up
sharply with a mingled feeling of feminine pleasure that she had
attracted a man and an embarrassed sensation that her dress was
too low in the bosom. He looked quite old, at least thirty-five.
He was a tall man and powerfully built. Scarlett thought she had
never seen a man with such wide shoulders, so heavy with muscles,
almost too heavy for gentility. When her eye caught his, he
smiled, showing animal-white teeth below a close-clipped black
mustache. He was dark of face, swarthy as a pirate, and his eyes
were as bold and black as any pirate's appraising a galleon to be
scuttled or a maiden to be ravished. There was a cool recklessness
in his face and a cynical humor in his mouth as he smiled at her,
and Scarlett caught her breath. She felt that she should be
insulted by such a look and was annoyed with herself because she did
not feel insulted. She did not know who he could be, but there was
undeniably a look of good blood in his dark face. It showed in the
thin hawk nose over the full red lips, the high forehead and the
wide-set eyes.
She dragged her eyes away from his without smiling back, and he
turned as someone called: "Rhett! Rhett Butler! Come here! I
want you to meet the most hardhearted girl in Georgia."
Rhett Butler? The name had a familiar sound, somehow connected
with something pleasantly scandalous, but her mind was on Ashley
and she dismissed the thought.
"I must run upstairs and smooth my hair," she told Stuart and
Brent, who were trying to get her cornered from the crowd. "You
boys wait for me and don't run off with any other girl or I'll be
furious."
She could see that Stuart was going to be difficult to handle
today if she flirted with anyone else. He had been drinking and
wore the arrogant looking-for-a-fight expression that she knew from
experience meant trouble. She paused in the hall to speak to
friends and to greet India who was emerging from the back of the
house, her hair untidy and tiny beads of perspiration on her
forehead. Poor India! It would be bad enough to have pale hair
and eyelashes and a jutting chin that meant a stubborn disposition,
without being twenty years old and an old maid in the bargain. She
wondered if India resented very much her taking Stuart away from
her. Lots of people said she was still in love with him, but then
you could never tell what a Wilkes was thinking about. If she did
resent it, she never gave any sign of it, treating Scarlett with the
same slightly aloof, kindly courtesy she had always shown her.
Scarlett spoke pleasantly to her and started up the wide stairs.
As she did, a shy voice behind her called her name and, turning,
she saw Charles Hamilton. He was a nice-looking boy with a riot
of soft brown curls on his white forehead and eyes as deep brown,
as clean and as gentle as a collie dog's. He was well turned out
in mustard-colored trousers and black coat and his pleated shirt
was topped by the widest and most fashionable of black cravats.
A faint blush was creeping over his face as she turned for he was
timid with girls. Like most shy men he greatly admired airy,
vivacious, always-at-ease girls like Scarlett. She had never
given him more than perfunctory courtesy before, and so the
beaming smile of pleasure with which she greeted him and the two
hands outstretched to his almost took his breath away.
"Why Charles Hamilton, you handsome old thing, you! I'll bet you
came all the way down here from Atlanta just to break my poor
heart!"
Charles almost stuttered with excitement, holding her warm little
hands in his and looking into the dancing green eyes. This was
the way girls talked to other boys but never to him. He never
knew why but girls always treated him like a younger brother and
were very kind, but never bothered to tease him. He had always
wanted girls to flirt and frolic with him as they did with boys
much less handsome and less endowed with this world's goods than
he. But on the few occasions when this had happened he could
never think of anything to say and he suffered agonies of
embarrassment at his dumbness. Then he lay awake at night
thinking of all the charming gallantries he might have employed;
but he rarely got a second chance, for the girls left him alone
after a trial or two.
Even with Honey, with whom he had an unspoken understanding of
marriage when he came into his property next fall, he was
diffident and silent. At times, he had an ungallant feeling that
Honey's coquetries and proprietary airs were no credit to him, for
she was so boy-crazy he imagined she would use them on any man who
gave her the opportunity. Charles was not excited over the
prospect of marrying her, for she stirred in him none of the
emotions of wild romance that his beloved books had assured him
were proper for a lover. He had always yearned to be loved by
some beautiful, dashing creature full of fire and mischief.
And here was Scarlett O'Hara teasing him about breaking her heart!
He tried to think of something to say and couldn't, and silently
he blessed her because she kept up a steady chatter which relieved
him of any necessity for conversation. It was too good to be
true.
"Now, you wait right here till I come back, for I want to eat
barbecue with you. And don't you go off philandering with those
other girls, because I'm mighty jealous," came the incredible
words from red lips with a dimple on each side; and briskly black
lashes swept demurely over green eyes.
"I won't," he finally managed to breathe, never dreaming that she
was thinking he looked like a calf waiting for the butcher.
Tapping him lightly on the arm with her folded fan, she turned to
start up the stairs and her eyes again fell on the man called
Rhett Butler who stood alone a few feet away from Charles.
Evidently he had overheard the whole conversation, for he grinned
up at her as maliciously as a tomcat, and again his eyes went over
her, in a gaze totally devoid of the deference she was accustomed
to.
"God's nightgown!" said Scarlett to herself in indignation, using
Gerald's favorite oath. "He looks as if--as if he knew what I
looked like without my shimmy," and, tossing her head, she went up
the steps.