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He
was
courteous
always
,
but
aloof
,
remote
.
No
one
could
ever
tell
what
he
was
thinking
about
,
Scarlett
least
of
all
.
In
a
neighborhood
where
everyone
said
exactly
what
he
thought
as
soon
as
he
thought
it
,
Ashley
's
quality
of
reserve
was
exasperating
.
He
was
as
proficient
as
any
of
the
other
young
men
in
the
usual
County
diversions
,
hunting
,
gambling
,
dancing
and
politics
,
and
was
the
best
rider
of
them
all
;
but
he
differed
from
all
the
rest
in
that
these
pleasant
activities
were
not
the
end
and
aim
of
life
to
him
.
And
he
stood
alone
in
his
interest
in
books
and
music
and
his
fondness
for
writing
poetry
.
Oh
,
why
was
he
so
handsomely
blond
,
so
courteously
aloof
,
so
maddeningly
boring
with
his
talk
about
Europe
and
books
and
music
and
poetry
and
things
that
interested
her
not
at
all
--
and
yet
so
desirable
?
Night
after
night
,
when
Scarlett
went
to
bed
after
sitting
on
the
front
porch
in
the
semi-darkness
with
him
,
she
tossed
restlessly
for
hours
and
comforted
herself
only
with
the
thought
that
the
very
next
time
he
saw
her
he
certainly
would
propose
.
But
the
next
time
came
and
went
,
and
the
result
was
nothing
--
nothing
except
that
the
fever
possessing
her
rose
higher
and
hotter
.
She
loved
him
and
she
wanted
him
and
she
did
not
understand
him
.
She
was
as
forthright
and
simple
as
the
winds
that
blew
over
Tara
and
the
yellow
river
that
wound
about
it
,
and
to
the
end
of
her
days
she
would
never
be
able
to
understand
a
complexity
.
And
now
,
for
the
first
time
in
her
life
,
she
was
facing
a
complex
nature
.
For
Ashley
was
born
of
a
line
of
men
who
used
their
leisure
for
thinking
,
not
doing
,
for
spinning
brightly
colored
dreams
that
had
in
them
no
touch
of
reality
.
He
moved
in
an
inner
world
that
was
more
beautiful
than
Georgia
and
came
back
to
reality
with
reluctance
.
He
looked
on
people
,
and
he
neither
liked
nor
disliked
them
.
He
looked
on
life
and
was
neither
heartened
nor
saddened
.
He
accepted
the
universe
and
his
place
in
it
for
what
they
were
and
,
shrugging
,
turned
to
his
music
and
books
and
his
better
world
.
Why
he
should
have
captivated
Scarlett
when
his
mind
was
a
stranger
to
hers
she
did
not
know
.
The
very
mystery
of
him
excited
her
curiosity
like
a
door
that
had
neither
lock
nor
key
.
The
things
about
him
which
she
could
not
understand
only
made
her
love
him
more
,
and
his
odd
,
restrained
courtship
only
served
to
increase
her
determination
to
have
him
for
her
own
.
That
he
would
propose
some
day
she
had
never
doubted
,
for
she
was
too
young
and
too
spoiled
ever
to
have
known
defeat
.
And
now
,
like
a
thunderclap
,
had
come
this
horrible
news
.
Ashley
to
marry
Melanie
!
It
could
n't
be
true
!
Why
,
only
last
week
,
when
they
were
riding
home
at
twilight
from
Fairhill
,
he
had
said
:
"
Scarlett
,
I
have
something
so
important
to
tell
you
that
I
hardly
know
how
to
say
it
.
"
She
had
cast
down
her
eyes
demurely
,
her
heart
beating
with
wild
pleasure
,
thinking
the
happy
moment
had
come
.
Then
he
had
said
:
"
Not
now
!
We
're
nearly
home
and
there
is
n't
time
.
Oh
,
Scarlett
,
what
a
coward
I
am
!
"
And
putting
spurs
to
his
horse
,
he
had
raced
her
up
the
hill
to
Tara
.
Scarlett
,
sitting
on
the
stump
,
thought
of
those
words
which
had
made
her
so
happy
,
and
suddenly
they
took
on
another
meaning
,
a
hideous
meaning
.
Suppose
it
was
the
news
of
his
engagement
he
had
intended
to
tell
her
!
Oh
,
if
Pa
would
only
come
home
!
She
could
not
endure
the
suspense
another
moment
.
She
looked
impatiently
down
the
road
again
,
and
again
she
was
disappointed
.
The
sun
was
now
below
the
horizon
and
the
red
glow
at
the
rim
of
the
world
faded
into
pink
.
The
sky
above
turned
slowly
from
azure
to
the
delicate
blue-green
of
a
robin
's
egg
,
and
the
unearthly
stillness
of
rural
twilight
came
stealthily
down
about
her
.
Shadowy
dimness
crept
over
the
countryside
.
The
red
furrows
and
the
gashed
red
road
lost
their
magical
blood
color
and
became
plain
brown
earth
.
Across
the
road
,
in
the
pasture
,
the
horses
,
mules
and
cows
stood
quietly
with
heads
over
the
split-rail
fence
,
waiting
to
be
driven
to
the
stables
and
supper
.
They
did
not
like
the
dark
shade
of
the
thickets
hedging
the
pasture
creek
,
and
they
twitched
their
ears
at
Scarlett
as
if
appreciative
of
human
companionship
.
