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"
You
'd
think
they
'd
had
enough
fighting
in
Virginia
,
"
said
Cade
bitterly
,
as
he
watched
the
two
bristle
like
game-cocks
over
who
should
be
the
first
to
kiss
the
fluttering
and
flattered
Aunt
Pitty
.
"
But
no
.
They
've
been
drunk
and
picking
fights
ever
since
we
got
to
Richmond
.
The
provost
guard
took
them
up
there
and
if
it
had
n't
been
for
Ashley
's
slick
tongue
,
they
'd
have
spent
Christmas
in
jail
.
"
But
Scarlett
hardly
heard
a
word
he
said
,
so
enraptured
was
she
at
being
in
the
same
room
with
Ashley
again
.
How
could
she
have
thought
during
these
two
years
that
other
men
were
nice
or
handsome
or
exciting
?
How
could
she
have
even
endured
hearing
them
make
love
to
her
when
Ashley
was
in
the
world
?
He
was
home
again
,
separated
from
her
only
by
the
width
of
the
parlor
rug
,
and
it
took
all
her
strength
not
to
dissolve
in
happy
tears
every
time
she
looked
at
him
sitting
there
on
the
sofa
with
Melly
on
one
side
and
India
on
the
other
and
Honey
hanging
over
his
shoulder
.
If
only
she
had
the
right
to
sit
there
beside
him
,
her
arm
through
his
!
If
only
she
could
pat
his
sleeve
every
few
minutes
to
make
sure
he
was
really
there
,
hold
his
hand
and
use
his
handkerchief
to
wipe
away
her
tears
of
joy
.
For
Melanie
was
doing
all
these
things
,
unashamedly
.
Too
happy
to
be
shy
and
reserved
,
she
hung
on
her
husband
's
arm
and
adored
him
openly
with
her
eyes
,
with
her
smiles
,
her
tears
.
And
Scarlett
was
too
happy
to
resent
this
,
too
glad
to
be
jealous
.
Ashley
was
home
at
last
!
Now
and
then
she
put
her
hand
up
to
her
cheek
where
he
had
kissed
her
and
felt
again
the
thrill
of
his
lips
and
smiled
at
him
.
He
had
not
kissed
her
first
,
of
course
.
Melly
had
hurled
herself
into
his
arms
crying
incoherently
,
holding
him
as
though
she
would
never
let
him
go
.
And
then
,
India
and
Honey
had
hugged
him
,
fairly
tearing
him
from
Melanie
's
arms
.
Then
he
had
kissed
his
father
,
with
a
dignified
affectionate
embrace
that
showed
the
strong
quiet
feeling
that
lay
between
them
.
And
then
Aunt
Pitty
,
who
was
jumping
up
and
down
on
her
inadequate
little
feet
with
excitement
.
Finally
he
turned
to
her
,
surrounded
by
all
the
boys
who
were
claiming
their
kisses
,
and
said
:
"
Oh
,
Scarlett
!
You
pretty
,
pretty
thing
!
"
and
kissed
her
on
the
cheek
.
With
that
kiss
,
everything
she
had
intended
to
say
in
welcome
took
wings
.
Not
until
hours
later
did
she
recall
that
he
had
not
kissed
her
on
the
lips
.
Then
she
wondered
feverishly
if
he
would
have
done
it
had
she
met
him
alone
,
bending
his
tall
body
over
hers
,
pulling
her
up
on
tiptoe
,
holding
her
for
a
long
,
long
time
.
And
because
it
made
her
happy
to
think
so
,
she
believed
that
he
would
.
But
there
would
be
time
for
all
things
,
a
whole
week
!
Surely
she
could
maneuver
to
get
him
alone
and
say
:
"
Do
you
remember
those
rides
we
used
to
take
down
our
secret
bridle
paths
?
"
"
Do
you
remember
how
the
moon
looked
that
night
when
we
sat
on
the
steps
at
Tara
and
you
quoted
that
poem
?
"
(
Good
Heavens
!
What
was
the
name
of
that
poem
,
anyway
?
)
"
Do
you
remember
that
afternoon
when
I
sprained
my
ankle
and
you
carried
me
home
in
your
arms
in
the
twilight
?
"
Oh
,
there
were
so
many
things
she
would
preface
with
"
Do
you
remember
?
"
So
many
dear
memories
that
would
bring
back
to
him
those
lovely
days
when
they
roamed
the
County
like
care-free
children
,
so
many
things
that
would
call
to
mind
the
days
before
Melanie
Hamilton
entered
on
the
scene
.
And
while
they
talked
she
could
perhaps
read
in
his
eyes
some
quickening
of
emotion
,
some
hint
that
behind
the
barrier
of
husbandly
affection
for
Melanie
he
still
cared
,
cared
as
passionately
as
on
that
day
of
the
barbecue
when
he
burst
forth
with
the
truth
.
It
did
not
occur
to
her
to
plan
just
what
they
would
do
if
Ashley
should
declare
his
love
for
her
in
unmistakable
words
.
It
would
be
enough
to
know
that
he
did
care
...
.
Yes
,
she
could
wait
,
could
let
Melanie
have
her
happy
hour
of
squeezing
his
arm
and
crying
.
Her
time
would
come
.
After
all
,
what
did
a
girl
like
Melanie
know
of
love
?
"
Darling
,
you
look
like
a
ragamuffin
,
"
said
Melanie
when
the
first
excitement
of
homecoming
was
over
.
"
Who
did
mend
your
uniform
and
why
did
they
use
blue
patches
?
"
"
I
thought
I
looked
perfectly
dashing
,
"
said
Ashley
,
considering
his
appearance
.
"
Just
compare
me
with
those
rag-tags
over
there
and
you
'll
appreciate
me
more
.
Mose
mended
the
uniform
and
I
thought
he
did
very
well
,
considering
that
he
'd
never
had
a
needle
in
his
hand
before
the
war
.
About
the
blue
cloth
,
when
it
comes
to
a
choice
between
having
holes
in
your
britches
or
patching
them
with
pieces
of
a
captured
Yankee
uniform
--
well
,
there
just
is
n't
any
choice
.
And
as
for
looking
like
a
ragamuffin
,
you
should
thank
your
stars
your
husband
did
n't
come
home
barefooted
.
Last
week
my
old
boots
wore
completely
out
,
and
I
would
have
come
home
with
sacks
tied
on
my
feet
if
we
had
n't
had
the
good
luck
to
shoot
two
Yankee
scouts
.
The
boots
of
one
of
them
fitted
me
perfectly
.
"
