- •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
In that couldn't nothin' stop him when his mind was made up and he
warn't scared of nothin' that walked in shoe leather. There warn't
nothin' that come to him FROM THE OUTSIDE that could lick him.
"He warn't scared of the English government when they wanted to
hang him. He just lit out and left home. And when he come to this
country and was pore, that didn't scare him a mite neither. He
went to work and he made his money. And he warn't scared to tackle
this section when it was part wild and the Injuns had just been run
out of it. He made a big plantation out of a wilderness. And when
the war come on and his money begun to go, he warn't scared to be
pore again. And when the Yankees come through Tara and might of
burnt him out or killed him, he warn't fazed a bit and he warn't
licked neither. He just planted his front feet and stood his
ground. That's why I say he had our good points. There ain't
nothin' FROM THE OUTSIDE can lick any of us.
"But he had our failin's too, 'cause he could be licked from the
Inside. I mean to say that what the whole world couldn't do, his
own heart could. When Mrs. O'Hara died, his heart died too and he
was licked. And what we seen walking 'round here warn't him."
Will paused and his eyes went quietly around the circle of faces.
The crowd stood in the hot sun as if enchanted to the ground and
whatever wrath they had felt for Suellen was forgotten. Will's
eyes rested for a moment on Scarlett and they crinkled slightly at
the corners as if he were inwardly smiling comfort to her.
Scarlett, who had been fighting back rising tears, did feel
comforted. Will was talking common sense instead of a lot of
tootle about reunions in another and better world and submitting
her will to God's. And Scarlett had always found strength and
comfort in common sense.
"And I don't want none of you to think the less of him for breakin'
like he done. All you all and me, too, are like him. We got the
same weakness and failin'. There ain't nothin' that walks can lick
us, any more than it could lick him, not Yankees nor Carpetbaggers
nor hard times nor high taxes nor even downright starvation. But
that weakness that's in our hearts can lick us in the time it takes
to bat your eye. It ain't always losin' someone you love that does
it, like it done Mr. O'Hara. Everybody's mainspring is different.
And I want to say this--folks whose main-springs are busted are
better dead. There ain't no place for them in the world these
days, and they're happier bein' dead. . . . That's why I'm sayin'
you all ain't got no cause to grieve for Mr. O'Hara now. The time
to grieve was back when Sherman come through and he lost Mrs.
O'Hara. Now that his body's gone to join his heart, I don't see
that we got reason to mourn, unless we're pretty damned selfish,
and I'm sayin' it who loved him like he was my own pa. . . . There
won't be no more words said, if you folks don't mind. The family
is too cut up to listen and it wouldn't be no kindness to them."
Will stopped and, turning to Mrs. Tarleton, he said in a lower
voice: "I wonder couldn't you take Scarlett in the house, Ma'm?
It ain't right for her to be standin' in the sun so long. And
Grandma Fontaine don't look any too peart neither, meanin' no
disrespect."
Startled at the abrupt switching from the eulogy to herself,
Scarlett went red with embarrassment as all eyes turned toward her.
Why should Will advertise her already obvious pregnancy? She gave
him a shamed indignant look, but Will's placid gaze bore her down.
"Please," his look said. "I know what I'm doin'."
Already he was the man of the house and, not wishing to make a
scene, Scarlett turned helplessly to Mrs. Tarleton. That lady,
suddenly diverted, as Will had intended, from thoughts of Suellen
to the always fascinating matter of breeding, be it animal or
human, took Scarlett's arm.
"Come in the house, honey."
Her face took on a look of kind, absorbed interest and Scarlett
suffered herself to be led through the crowd that gave way and made
a narrow path for her. There was a sympathetic murmuring as she
passed and several hands went out to pat her comfortingly. When
she came abreast Grandma Fontaine, the old lady put out a skinny
claw and said: "Give me your arm, child," and added with a fierce
glance at Sally and Young Miss: "No, don't you come. I don't want
you."
They passed slowly through the crowd which closed behind them and
went up the shady path toward the house, Mrs. Tarleton's eager
helping hand so strong under Scarlett's elbow that she was almost
lifted from the ground at each step.
"Now, why did Will do that?" cried Scarlett heatedly, when they
were out of earshot. "He practically said: 'Look at her! She's
going to have a baby!'"
"Well, sake's alive, you are, aren't you?" said Mrs. Tarleton.
"Will did right. It was foolish of you to stand in the hot sun
when you might have fainted and had a miscarriage."
"Will wasn't bothered about her miscarrying," said Grandma, a
little breathless as she labored across the front yard toward the
steps. There was a grim, knowing smile on her face. "Will's
smart. He didn't want either you or me, Beetrice, at the graveside.
He was scared of what we'd say and he knew this was the only way to
get rid of us. . . . And it was more than that. He didn't want
Scarlett to hear the clods dropping on the coffin. And he's right.
Just remember, Scarlett, as long as you don't hear that sound, folks
aren't actually dead to you. But once you hear it . . . Well, it's
the most dreadfully final sound in the world. . . . Help me up the
steps, child, and give me a hand, Beetrice. Scarlett don't any more
need your arm than she needs crutches and I'm not so peart, as Will
observed. . . . Will knew you were your father's pet and he didn't
want to make it worse for you than it already was. He figured it
wouldn't be so bad for your sisters. Suellen has her shame to
sustain her and Carreen her God. But you've got nothing to sustain
you, have you, child?"
"No," answered Scarlett, helping the old lady up the steps, faintly
surprised at the truth that sounded in the reedy old voice. "I've
never had anything to sustain me--except Mother."
"But when you lost her, you found you could stand alone, didn't
you? Well, some folks can't. Your pa was one. Will's right.
Don't you grieve. He couldn't get along without Ellen and he's
happier where he is. Just like I'll be happier when I join the Old
Doctor."
She spoke without any desire for sympathy and the two gave her
none. She spoke as briskly and naturally as if her husband were
alive and in Jonesboro and a short buggy ride would bring them
together. Grandma was too old and had seen too much to fear death.
"But--you can stand alone too," said Scarlett.
"Yes, but it's powerful uncomfortable at times."
"Look here, Grandma," interrupted Mrs. Tarleton, "you ought not to
talk to Scarlett like that. She's upset enough already. What with
her trip down here and that tight dress and her grief and the heat,
she's got enough to make her miscarry without your adding to it,
talking grief and sorrow."
"God's nightgown!" cried Scarlett in irritation. "I'm not upset!
And I'm not one of those sickly miscarrying fools!"
"You never can tell," said Mrs. Tarleton omnisciently. "I lost my
first when I saw a bull gore one of our darkies and--you remember
my red mare, Nellie? Now, there was the healthiest-looking mare
you ever saw but she was nervous and high strung and if I didn't
watch her, she'd--"
"Beetrice, hush," said Grandma. "Scarlett wouldn't miscarry on a
bet. Let's us sit here in the hall where it's cool. There's a
nice draft through here. Now, you go fetch us a glass of
buttermilk, Beetrice, if there's any in the kitchen. Or look in
the pantry and see if there's any wine. I could do with a glass.
We'll sit here till the folks come up to say goodby."
"Scarlett ought to be in bed," insisted Mrs. Tarleton, running her
eyes over her with the expert air of one who calculated a pregnancy
to the last minute of its length.
"Get going," said Grandma, giving her a prod with her cane, and
Mrs. Tarleton went toward the kitchen, throwing her hat carelessly
on the sideboard and running her hands through her damp red hair.
Scarlett lay back in her chair and unbuttoned the two top buttons
of her tight basque. It was cool and dim in the high-ceilinged
hall and the vagrant draft that went from back to front of the
house was refreshing after the heat of the sun. She looked across
the hall into the parlor where Gerald had lain and, wrenching her
thoughts from him, looked up at the portrait of Grandma Robillard
hanging above the fireplace. The bayonet-scarred portrait with its
high-piled hair, hall-exposed breasts and cool insolence had, as
always, a tonic effect upon her.
"I don't know which hit Beetrice Tarleton worse, losing her boys or
her horses," said Grandma Fontaine. "She never did pay much mind
to Jim or her girls, you know. She's one of those folks Will was
talking about. Her mainspring's busted. Sometimes I wonder if she
won't go the way your pa went. She wasn't ever happy unless horses
or humans were breeding right in her face and none of her girls are
married or got any prospects of catching husbands in this county,
so she's got nothing to occupy her mind. If she wasn't such lady
at heart, she'd be downright common. . . . Was Will telling the
truth about marrying Suellen?"
"Yes," said Scarlett, looking the old lady full in the eye.
Goodness, she could remember the time when she was scared to death
of Grandma Fontaine! Well, she'd grown up since then and she'd
just as soon as not tell her to go to the devil if she meddled in
affairs at Tara.
"He could do better," said Grandma candidly.
"Indeed?" said Scarlett haughtily.
"Come off your high horse, Miss," said the old lady tartly. "I
shan't attack your precious sister, though I might have if I'd
stayed at the burying ground. What I mean is with the scarcity of
men in the neighborhood, Will could marry most any of the girls.
There's Beetrice's four wild cats and the Munroe girls and the
McRae--"
"He's going to marry Sue and that's that."
"She's lucky to get him."
"Tara is lucky to get him."
"You love this place, don't you?"
"Yes."
"So much that you don't mind your sister marrying out of her class
as long as you have a man around to care for Tara?"
"Class?" said Scarlett, startled at the idea. "Class? What does
class matter now, so long as a girl gets a husband who can take
care of her?"
"That's a debatable question," said Old Miss. "Some folks would
say you were talking common sense. Others would say you were
letting down bars that ought never be lowered one inch. Will's
certainly not quality folks and some of your people were."
Her sharp old eyes went to the portrait of Grandma Robillard.
Scarlett thought of Will, lank, unimpressive, mild, eternally
chewing a straw, his whole appearance deceptively devoid of energy,
like that of most Crackers. He did not have behind him a long line
of ancestors of wealth, prominence and blood. The first of Will's
family to set foot on Georgia soil might even have been one of
Oglethorpe's debtors or a bond servant. Will had not been to
college. In fact, four years in a backwoods school was all the
education he had ever had. He was honest and he was loyal, he was
patient and he was hard working, but certainly he was not quality.
Undoubtedly by Robillard standards, Suellen was coming down in the
world.
"So you approve of Will coming into your family?"
"Yes," answered Scarlett fiercely, ready to pounce upon the old
lady at the first words of condemnation.
"You may kiss me," said Grandma surprisingly, and she smiled in her
most approving manner. "I never liked you much till now, Scarlett.
You were always hard as a hickory nut, even as a child, and I don't
like hard females, barring myself. But I do like the way you meet
things. You don't make a fuss about things that can't be helped,
even if they are disagreeable. You take your fences cleanly like a
good hunter."
Scarlett smiled uncertainly and pecked obediently at the withered
cheek presented to her. It was pleasant to hear approving words
again, even if she had little idea what they meant.
"There's plenty of folks hereabouts who'll have something to say
about you letting Sue marry a Cracker--for all that everybody likes
Will. They'll say in one breath what a fine man he is and how
terrible it is for an O'Hara girl to marry beneath her. But don't
you let it bother you."
"I've never bothered about what people said."
"So I've heard." There was a hint of acid in the old voice.
"Well, don't bother about what folks say. It'll probably be a very
successful marriage. Of course, Will's always going to look like a
Cracker and marriage won't improve his grammar any. And, even if
he makes a mint of money, he'll never lend any shine and sparkle to
Tara, like your father did. Crackers are short on sparkle. But
Will's a gentleman at heart. He's got the right instincts. Nobody
but a born gentleman could have put his finger on what is wrong
with us as accurately as he just did, down there at the burying.
The whole world can't lick us but we can lick ourselves by longing
too hard for things we haven't got any more--and by remembering too
much. Yes, Will will do well by Suellen and by Tara."
"Then you approve of me letting him marry her?"
"God, no!" The old voice was tired and bitter but vigorous.
"Approve of Crackers marrying into old families? Bah! Would I
approve of breeding scrub stock to thoroughbreds? Oh, Crackers are
good and solid and honest but--"
"But you said you thought it would be a successful match!" cried
Scarlett bewildered.
"Oh, I think it's good for Suellen to marry Will--to marry anybody
for that matter, because she needs a husband bad. And where else
could she get one? And where else could you get as good a manager
for Tara? But that doesn't mean I like the situation any better
than you do."
But I do like it, thought Scarlett trying to grasp the old lady's
meaning. I'm glad Will is going to marry her. Why should she
think I minded? She's taking it for granted that I do mind, just
like her.
She felt puzzled and a little ashamed, as always when people
attributed to her emotions and motives they possessed and thought
she shared.
Grandma fanned herself with her palmetto leaf and went on briskly:
"I don't approve of the match any more than you do but I'm
practical and so are you. And when it comes to something that's
unpleasant but can't be helped, I don't see any sense in screaming
and kicking about it. That's no way to meet the ups and downs of
life. I know because my family and the Old Doctor's family have
had more than our share of ups and downs. And if we folks have a
motto, it's this: 'Don't holler--smile and bide your time.' We've
survived a passel of things that way, smiling and biding our time,
and we've gotten to be experts at surviving. We had to be. We've
always bet on the wrong horses. Run out of France with the
Huguenots, run out of England with the Cavaliers, run out of
Scotland with Bonnie Prince Charlie, run out of Haiti by the
niggers and now licked by the Yankees. But we always turn up on
top in a few years. You know why?"
She cocked her head and Scarlett thought she looked like nothing so
much as an old, knowing parrot.
"No, I don't know, I'm sure," she answered politely. But she was
heartily bored, even as she had been the day when Grandma launched
on her memories of the Creek uprising.
"Well, this is the reason. We bow to the inevitable. We're not
wheat, we're buckwheat! When a storm comes along it flattens ripe
wheat because it's dry and can't bend with the wind. But ripe
buckwheat's got sap in it and it bends. And when the wind has
passed, it springs up almost as straight and strong as before. We
aren't a stiff-necked tribe. We're mighty limber when a hard
wind's blowing, because we know it pays to be limber. When trouble
comes we bow to the inevitable without any mouthing, and we work
and we smile and we bide our time. And we play along with lesser
folks and we take what we can get from them. And when we're strong
enough, we kick the folks whose necks we've climbed over. That, my
child, is the secret of the survival." And after a pause, she
added: "I pass it on to you."
The old lady cackled, as if she were amused by her words, despite
the venom in them. She looked as if she expected some comment from
Scarlett but the words had made little sense to her and she could
think of nothing to say.
"No, sir," Old Miss went on, "our folks get flattened out but they
rise up again, and that's more than I can say for plenty of people
not so far away from here. Look at Cathleen Calvert. You can see
what she's come to. Poor white! And a heap lower than the man she
married. Look at the McRae family. Flat to the ground, helpless,
don't know what to do, don't know how to do anything. Won't even
try. They spend their time whining about the good old days. And
look at--well, look at nearly anybody in this County except my Alex
and my Sally and you and Jim Tarleton and his girls and some
others. The rest have gone under because they didn't have any sap
in them, because they didn't have the gumption to rise up again.
There never was anything to those folks but money and darkies, and
now that the money and darkies are gone, those folks will be
Cracker in another generation."
"You forgot the Wilkes."
"No, I didn't forget them. I just thought I'd be polite and not
mention them, seeing that Ashley's a guest under this roof. But
seeing as how you've brought up their names--look at them! There's
India who from all I hear is a dried-up old maid already, giving
herself all kinds of widowed airs because Stu Tarleton was killed
and not making any effort to forget him and try to catch another
man. Of course, she's old but she could catch some widower with a
big family if she tried. And poor Honey was always a man-crazy
fool with no more sense than a guinea hen. And as for Ashley, look
at him!"
"Ashley is a very fine man," began Scarlett hotly.
"I never said he wasn't but he's as helpless as a turtle on his
back. If the Wilkes family pulls through these hard times, it'll
be Melly who pulls them through. Not Ashley."
"Melly! Lord, Grandma! What are you talking about? I've lived
with Melly long enough to know she's sickly and scared and hasn't
the gumption to say Boo to a goose."
"Now why on earth should anyone want to say Boo to a goose? It
always sounded like a waste of time to me. She might not say Boo
to a goose but she'd say Boo to the world or the Yankee government
or anything else that threatened her precious Ashley or her boy or
her notions of gentility. Her way isn't your way, Scarlett, or my
way. It's the way your mother would have acted if she'd lived.
Melly puts me in mind of your mother when she was young. . . . And
maybe she'll pull the Wilkes family through."
"Oh, Melly's a well-meaning little ninny. But you are very unjust
to Ashley. He's--"
"Oh, foot! Ashley was bred to read books and nothing else. That
doesn't help a man pull himself out of a tough fix, like we're all