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"
Ashley
,
Ashley
!
I
ca
n't
let
you
go
away
!
I
simply
ca
n't
be
brave
about
it
!
"
"
You
must
be
brave
,
"
he
said
,
and
his
voice
changed
subtly
.
It
was
resonant
,
deeper
,
and
his
words
fell
swiftly
as
though
hurried
with
some
inner
urgency
.
"
You
must
be
brave
.
For
how
else
can
I
stand
it
?
"
Her
eyes
sought
his
face
quickly
and
with
joy
,
wondering
if
he
meant
that
leaving
her
was
breaking
his
heart
,
even
as
it
was
breaking
hers
.
His
face
was
as
drawn
as
when
he
came
down
from
bidding
Melanie
good-by
,
but
she
could
read
nothing
in
his
eyes
.
He
leaned
down
,
took
her
face
in
his
hands
,
and
kissed
her
lightly
on
the
forehead
.
"
Scarlett
!
Scarlett
!
You
are
so
fine
and
strong
and
good
.
So
beautiful
,
not
just
your
sweet
face
,
my
dear
,
but
all
of
you
,
your
body
and
your
mind
and
your
soul
.
"
"
Oh
,
Ashley
,
"
she
whispered
happily
,
thrilling
at
his
words
and
his
touch
on
her
face
.
"
Nobody
else
but
you
ever
--
"
"
I
like
to
think
that
perhaps
I
know
you
better
than
most
people
and
that
I
can
see
beautiful
things
buried
deep
in
you
that
others
are
too
careless
and
too
hurried
to
notice
.
"
He
stopped
speaking
and
his
hands
dropped
from
her
face
,
but
his
eyes
still
clung
to
her
eyes
.
She
waited
a
moment
,
breathless
for
him
to
continue
,
a-tiptoe
to
hear
him
say
the
magic
three
words
.
But
they
did
not
come
.
She
searched
his
face
frantically
,
her
lips
quivering
,
for
she
saw
he
had
finished
speaking
.
This
second
blighting
of
her
hopes
was
more
than
heart
could
bear
and
she
cried
"
Oh
!
"
in
a
childish
whisper
and
sat
down
,
tears
stinging
her
eyes
.
Then
she
heard
an
ominous
sound
in
the
driveway
,
outside
the
window
,
a
sound
that
brought
home
to
her
even
more
sharply
the
imminence
of
Ashley
's
departure
.
A
pagan
hearing
the
lapping
of
the
waters
around
Charon
's
boat
could
not
have
felt
more
desolate
.
Uncle
Peter
,
muffled
in
a
quilt
,
was
bringing
out
the
carriage
to
take
Ashley
to
the
train
.
Ashley
said
"
Good-by
,
"
very
softly
,
caught
up
from
the
table
the
wide
felt
hat
she
had
inveigled
from
Rhett
and
walked
into
the
dark
front
hall
.
His
hand
on
the
doorknob
,
he
turned
and
looked
at
her
,
a
long
,
desperate
look
,
as
if
he
wanted
to
carry
away
with
him
every
detail
of
her
face
and
figure
.
Through
a
blinding
mist
of
tears
she
saw
his
face
and
with
a
strangling
pain
in
her
throat
she
knew
that
he
was
going
away
,
away
from
her
care
,
away
from
the
safe
haven
of
this
house
,
and
out
of
her
life
,
perhaps
forever
,
without
having
spoken
the
words
she
so
yearned
to
hear
.
Time
was
going
by
like
a
mill
race
,
and
now
it
was
too
late
.
She
ran
stumbling
across
the
parlor
and
into
the
hall
and
clutched
the
ends
of
his
sash
.
