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So
many
things
to
say
and
now
there
was
no
time
!
Even
the
few
minutes
that
remained
might
be
snatched
away
from
her
if
Melanie
followed
him
to
the
door
,
to
the
carriage
block
.
Why
had
n't
she
made
the
opportunity
during
this
last
week
?
But
always
,
Melanie
was
at
his
side
,
her
eyes
caressing
him
adoringly
,
always
friends
and
neighbors
and
relatives
were
in
the
house
and
,
from
morning
till
night
,
Ashley
was
never
alone
.
Then
,
at
night
,
the
door
of
the
bedroom
closed
and
he
was
alone
with
Melanie
.
Never
once
during
these
last
days
had
he
betrayed
to
Scarlett
by
one
look
,
one
word
,
anything
but
the
affection
a
brother
might
show
a
sister
or
a
friend
,
a
lifelong
friend
.
She
could
not
let
him
go
away
,
perhaps
forever
,
without
knowing
whether
he
still
loved
her
.
Then
,
even
if
he
died
,
she
could
nurse
the
warm
comfort
of
his
secret
love
to
the
end
of
her
days
.
After
what
seemed
an
eternity
of
waiting
,
she
heard
the
sound
of
his
boots
in
the
bedroom
above
and
the
door
opening
and
closing
.
She
heard
him
coming
down
the
steps
.
Alone
!
Thank
God
for
that
!
Melanie
must
be
too
overcome
by
the
grief
of
parting
to
leave
her
room
.
Now
she
would
have
him
for
herself
for
a
few
precious
minutes
.
He
came
down
the
steps
slowly
,
his
spurs
clinking
,
and
she
could
hear
the
slap-slap
of
his
saber
against
his
high
boots
.
When
he
came
into
the
parlor
,
his
eyes
were
somber
.
He
was
trying
to
smile
but
his
face
was
as
white
and
drawn
as
a
man
bleeding
from
an
internal
wound
.
She
rose
as
he
entered
,
thinking
with
proprietary
pride
that
he
was
the
handsomest
soldier
she
had
ever
seen
.
His
long
holster
and
belt
glistened
and
his
silver
spurs
and
scabbard
gleamed
,
from
the
industrious
polishing
Uncle
Peter
had
given
them
.
His
new
coat
did
not
fit
very
well
,
for
the
tailor
had
been
hurried
and
some
of
the
seams
were
awry
.
The
bright
new
sheen
of
the
gray
coat
was
sadly
at
variance
with
the
worn
and
patched
butternut
trousers
and
the
scarred
boots
,
but
if
he
had
been
clothed
in
silver
armor
he
could
not
have
looked
more
the
shining
knight
to
her
.
"
Ashley
,
"
she
begged
abruptly
,
"
may
I
go
to
the
train
with
you
?
"
"
Please
do
n't
.
Father
and
the
girls
will
be
there
.
And
anyway
,
I
'd
rather
remember
you
saying
good-by
to
me
here
than
shivering
at
the
depot
.
There
's
so
much
to
memories
.
"
Instantly
she
abandoned
her
plan
.
If
India
and
Honey
who
disliked
her
so
much
were
to
be
present
at
the
leave
taking
,
she
would
have
no
chance
for
a
private
word
.
"
Then
I
wo
n't
go
,
"
she
said
.
"
See
,
Ashley
!
I
've
another
present
for
you
.
"
A
little
shy
,
now
that
the
time
had
come
to
give
it
to
him
,
she
unrolled
the
package
.
It
was
a
long
yellow
sash
,
made
of
thick
China
silk
and
edged
with
heavy
fringe
.
Rhett
Butler
had
brought
her
a
yellow
shawl
from
Havana
several
months
before
,
a
shawl
gaudily
embroidered
with
birds
and
flowers
in
magenta
and
blue
.
During
this
last
week
,
she
had
patiently
picked
out
all
the
embroidery
and
cut
up
the
square
of
silk
and
stitched
it
into
a
sash
length
.
