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She
stood
for
a
moment
holding
the
letters
to
her
breast
,
thinking
longingly
of
Ashley
.
Her
emotions
toward
him
had
not
changed
since
the
day
when
she
first
fell
in
love
with
him
.
They
were
the
same
emotions
that
struck
her
speechless
that
day
when
she
was
fourteen
years
old
and
she
had
stood
on
the
porch
of
Tara
and
seen
Ashley
ride
up
smiling
,
his
hair
shining
silver
in
the
morning
sun
.
Her
love
was
still
a
young
girl
's
adoration
for
a
man
she
could
not
understand
,
a
man
who
possessed
all
the
qualities
she
did
not
own
but
which
she
admired
.
He
was
still
a
young
girl
's
dream
of
the
Perfect
Knight
and
her
dream
asked
no
more
than
acknowledgment
of
his
love
,
went
no
further
than
hopes
of
a
kiss
.
After
reading
the
letters
,
she
felt
certain
he
did
love
her
,
Scarlett
,
even
though
he
had
married
Melanie
,
and
that
certainty
was
almost
all
that
she
desired
.
She
was
still
that
young
and
untouched
.
Had
Charles
with
his
fumbling
awkwardness
and
his
embarrassed
intimacies
tapped
any
of
the
deep
vein
of
passionate
feeling
within
her
,
her
dreams
of
Ashley
would
not
be
ending
with
a
kiss
.
But
those
few
moonlight
nights
alone
with
Charles
had
not
touched
her
emotions
or
ripened
her
to
maturity
.
Charles
had
awakened
no
idea
of
what
passion
might
be
or
tenderness
or
true
intimacy
of
body
or
spirit
.
All
that
passion
meant
to
her
was
servitude
to
inexplicable
male
madness
,
unshared
by
females
,
a
painful
and
embarrassing
process
that
led
inevitably
to
the
still
more
painful
process
of
childbirth
.
That
marriage
should
be
like
this
was
no
surprise
to
her
.
Ellen
had
hinted
before
the
wedding
that
marriage
was
something
women
must
bear
with
dignity
and
fortitude
,
and
the
whispered
comments
of
other
matrons
since
her
widowhood
had
confirmed
this
.
Scarlett
was
glad
to
be
done
with
passion
and
marriage
.
She
was
done
with
marriage
but
not
with
love
,
for
her
love
for
Ashley
was
something
different
,
having
nothing
to
do
with
passion
or
marriage
,
something
sacred
and
breathtakingly
beautiful
,
an
emotion
that
grew
stealthily
through
the
long
days
of
her
enforced
silence
,
feeding
on
oft-thumbed
memories
and
hopes
.
She
sighed
as
she
carefully
tied
the
ribbon
about
the
packet
,
wondering
for
the
thousandth
time
just
what
it
was
in
Ashley
that
eluded
her
understanding
.
She
tried
to
think
the
matter
to
some
satisfactory
conclusion
but
,
as
always
,
the
conclusion
evaded
her
uncomplex
mind
.
She
put
the
letters
back
in
the
lap
secretary
and
closed
the
lid
.
Then
she
frowned
,
for
her
mind
went
back
to
the
last
part
of
the
letter
she
had
just
read
,
to
his
mention
of
Captain
Butler
.
How
strange
that
Ashley
should
be
impressed
by
something
that
scamp
had
said
a
year
ago
.
Undeniably
Captain
Butler
was
a
scamp
,
for
all
that
he
danced
divinely
.
No
one
but
a
scamp
would
say
the
things
about
the
Confederacy
that
he
had
said
at
the
bazaar
.
She
crossed
the
room
to
the
mirror
and
patted
her
smooth
hair
approvingly
.
Her
spirits
rose
,
as
always
at
the
sight
of
her
white
skin
and
slanting
green
eyes
,
and
she
smiled
to
bring
out
her
dimples
.
Then
she
dismissed
Captain
Butler
from
her
mind
as
she
happily
viewed
her
reflection
,
remembering
how
Ashley
had
always
liked
her
dimples
.
No
pang
of
conscience
at
loving
another
woman
's
husband
or
reading
that
woman
's
mail
disturbed
her
pleasure
in
her
youth
and
charm
and
her
renewed
assurance
of
Ashley
's
love
She
unlocked
the
door
and
went
down
the
dim
winding
stair
with
a
light
heart
.
Halfway
down
she
began
singing
"
When
This
Cruel
War
Is
Over
.
"
The
war
went
on
,
successfully
for
the
most
part
,
but
people
had
stopped
saying
"
One
more
victory
and
the
war
is
over
,
"
just
as
they
had
stopped
saying
the
Yankees
were
cowards
.
It
was
obvious
to
all
now
that
the
Yankees
were
far
from
cowardly
and
that
it
would
take
more
than
one
victory
to
conquer
them
.
However
,
there
were
the
Confederate
victories
in
Tennessee
scored
by
General
Morgan
and
General
Forrest
and
the
triumph
at
the
Second
Battle
of
Bull
Run
hung
up
like
visible
Yankee
scalps
to
gloat
over
.
But
there
was
a
heavy
price
on
these
scalps
.
The
hospitals
and
homes
of
Atlanta
were
overflowing
with
the
sick
and
wounded
,
and
more
and
more
women
were
appearing
in
black
.
The
monotonous
rows
of
soldiers
'
graves
at
Oakland
Cemetery
stretched
longer
every
day
.
Confederate
money
had
dropped
alarmingly
and
the
price
of
food
and
clothing
had
risen
accordingly
.
The
commissary
was
laying
such
heavy
levies
on
foodstuffs
that
the
tables
of
Atlanta
were
beginning
to
suffer
.
White
flour
was
scarce
and
so
expensive
that
corn
bread
was
universal
instead
of
biscuits
,
rolls
and
waffles
.
The
butcher
shops
carried
almost
no
beef
and
very
little
mutton
,
and
that
mutton
cost
so
much
only
the
rich
could
afford
it
.
However
there
was
still
plenty
of
hog
meat
,
as
well
as
chickens
and
vegetables
.
