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From
it
she
took
a
pack
of
letters
tied
together
with
a
blue
ribbon
,
addressed
in
Ashley
's
hand
to
Melanie
.
On
the
top
was
the
letter
which
had
come
that
morning
and
this
one
she
opened
.
When
Scarlett
first
began
secretly
reading
these
letters
,
she
had
been
so
stricken
of
conscience
and
so
fearful
of
discovery
she
could
hardly
open
the
envelopes
for
trembling
.
Now
,
her
never-too-scrupulous
sense
of
honor
was
dulled
by
repetition
of
the
offense
and
even
fear
of
discovery
had
subsided
.
Occasionally
,
she
thought
with
a
sinking
heart
,
"
What
would
Mother
say
if
she
knew
?
"
She
knew
Ellen
would
rather
see
her
dead
than
know
her
guilty
of
such
dishonor
.
This
had
worried
Scarlett
at
first
,
for
she
still
wanted
to
be
like
her
mother
in
every
respect
.
But
the
temptation
to
read
the
letters
was
too
great
and
she
put
the
thought
of
Ellen
out
of
her
mind
.
She
had
become
adept
at
putting
unpleasant
thoughts
out
of
her
mind
these
days
.
She
had
learned
to
say
,
"
I
wo
n't
think
of
this
or
that
bothersome
thought
now
.
I
'll
think
about
it
tomorrow
.
"
Generally
when
tomorrow
came
,
the
thought
either
did
not
occur
at
all
or
it
was
so
attenuated
by
the
delay
it
was
not
very
troublesome
.
So
the
matter
of
Ashley
's
letters
did
not
lie
very
heavily
on
her
conscience
.
Melanie
was
always
generous
with
the
letters
,
reading
parts
of
them
aloud
to
Aunt
Pitty
and
Scarlett
.
But
it
was
the
part
she
did
not
read
that
tormented
Scarlett
,
that
drove
her
to
surreptitious
reading
of
her
sister-inlaw
's
mail
.
She
had
to
know
if
Ashley
had
come
to
love
his
wife
since
marrying
her
.
She
had
to
know
if
he
even
pretended
to
love
her
.
Did
he
address
tender
endearments
to
her
?
What
sentiments
did
he
express
and
with
what
warmth
?
She
carefully
smoothed
out
the
letter
.
Ashley
's
small
even
writing
leaped
up
at
her
as
she
read
,
"
My
dear
wife
,
"
and
she
breathed
in
relief
.
He
was
n't
calling
Melanie
"
Darling
"
or
"
Sweetheart
"
yet
.
"
My
Dear
wife
:
You
write
me
saying
you
are
alarmed
lest
I
be
concealing
my
real
thoughts
from
you
and
you
ask
me
what
is
occupying
my
mind
these
days
--
"
"
Mother
of
God
!
"
thought
Scarlett
,
in
a
panic
of
guilt
.
"
'
Concealing
his
real
thoughts
.
'
Can
Melly
have
read
his
mind
?
Or
my
mind
?
Does
she
suspect
that
he
and
I
--
"
Her
hands
trembled
with
fright
as
she
held
the
letter
closer
,
but
as
she
read
the
next
paragraph
she
relaxed
.
"
Dear
Wife
,
if
I
have
concealed
aught
from
you
it
is
because
I
did
not
wish
to
lay
a
burden
on
your
shoulders
,
to
add
to
your
worries
for
my
physical
safety
with
those
of
my
mental
turmoil
.
But
I
can
keep
nothing
from
you
,
for
you
know
me
too
well
.
Do
not
be
alarmed
.
I
have
no
wound
.
I
have
not
been
ill
.
I
have
enough
to
eat
and
occasionally
a
bed
to
sleep
in
.
A
soldier
can
ask
for
no
more
.
But
,
Melanie
,
heavy
thoughts
lie
on
my
heart
and
I
will
open
my
heart
to
you
.
