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"
Oh
,
it
ca
n't
be
true
!
"
she
thought
.
"
Why
does
n't
he
come
?
"
Her
eyes
followed
the
winding
road
,
blood-red
now
after
the
morning
rain
.
In
her
thought
she
traced
its
course
as
it
ran
down
the
hill
to
the
sluggish
Flint
River
,
through
the
tangled
swampy
bottoms
and
up
the
next
hill
to
Twelve
Oaks
where
Ashley
lived
.
That
was
all
the
road
meant
now
--
a
road
to
Ashley
and
the
beautiful
white-columned
house
that
crowned
the
hill
like
a
Greek
Temple
.
"
Oh
,
Ashley
!
Ashley
!
"
she
thought
,
and
her
heart
beat
faster
.
Some
of
the
cold
sense
of
bewilderment
and
disaster
that
had
weighted
her
down
since
the
Tarleton
boys
told
her
their
gossip
was
pushed
into
the
background
of
her
mind
,
and
in
its
place
crept
the
fever
that
had
possessed
her
for
two
years
.
It
seemed
strange
now
that
when
she
was
growing
up
Ashley
had
never
seemed
so
very
attractive
to
her
.
In
childhood
days
,
she
had
seen
him
come
and
go
and
never
given
him
a
thought
.
But
since
that
day
two
years
ago
when
Ashley
,
newly
home
from
his
three
years
'
Grand
Tour
in
Europe
,
had
called
to
pay
his
respects
,
she
had
loved
him
.
It
was
as
simple
as
that
.
She
had
been
on
the
front
porch
and
he
had
ridden
up
the
long
avenue
,
dressed
in
gray
broadcloth
with
a
wide
black
cravat
setting
off
his
frilled
shirt
to
perfection
.
Even
now
,
she
could
recall
each
detail
of
his
dress
,
how
brightly
his
boots
shone
,
the
head
of
a
Medusa
in
cameo
on
his
cravat
pin
,
the
wide
Panama
hat
that
was
instantly
in
his
hand
when
he
saw
her
.
He
had
alighted
and
tossed
his
bridle
reins
to
a
pickaninny
and
stood
looking
up
at
her
,
his
drowsy
gray
eyes
wide
with
a
smile
and
the
sun
so
bright
on
his
blond
hair
that
it
seemed
like
a
cap
of
shining
silver
.
And
he
said
,
"
So
you
've
grown
up
,
Scarlett
.
"
And
,
coming
lightly
up
the
steps
,
he
had
kissed
her
hand
.
And
his
voice
!
She
would
never
forget
the
leap
of
her
heart
as
she
heard
it
,
as
if
for
the
first
time
,
drawling
,
resonant
,
musical
.
She
had
wanted
him
,
in
that
first
instant
,
wanted
him
as
simply
and
unreasoningly
as
she
wanted
food
to
eat
,
horses
to
ride
and
a
soft
bed
on
which
to
lay
herself
.
For
two
years
he
had
squired
her
about
the
County
,
to
balls
,
fish
fries
,
picnics
and
court
days
,
never
so
often
as
the
Tarleton
twins
or
Cade
Calvert
,
never
so
importunate
as
the
younger
Fontaine
boys
,
but
,
still
,
never
the
week
went
by
that
Ashley
did
not
come
calling
at
Tara
.
True
,
he
never
made
love
to
her
,
nor
did
the
clear
gray
eyes
ever
glow
with
that
hot
light
Scarlett
knew
so
well
in
other
men
.
And
yet
--
and
yet
--
she
knew
he
loved
her
.
She
could
not
be
mistaken
about
it
.
Instinct
stronger
than
reason
and
knowledge
born
of
experience
told
her
that
he
loved
her
.
Too
often
she
had
surprised
him
when
his
eyes
were
neither
drowsy
nor
remote
,
when
he
looked
at
her
with
a
yearning
and
a
sadness
which
puzzled
her
.
She
KNEW
he
loved
her
.
Why
did
he
not
tell
her
so
?
That
she
could
not
understand
.
But
there
were
so
many
things
about
him
that
she
did
not
understand
.
