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In
the
strange
half-light
,
the
tall
pines
of
the
river
swamp
,
so
warmly
green
in
the
sunshine
,
were
black
against
the
pastel
sky
,
an
impenetrable
row
of
black
giants
hiding
the
slow
yellow
water
at
their
feet
.
On
the
hill
across
the
river
,
the
tall
white
chimneys
of
the
Wilkes
'
home
faded
gradually
into
the
darkness
of
the
thick
oaks
surrounding
them
,
and
only
far-off
pin
points
of
supper
lamps
showed
that
a
house
was
here
.
The
warm
damp
balminess
of
spring
encompassed
her
sweetly
with
the
moist
smells
of
new-plowed
earth
and
all
the
fresh
green
things
pushing
up
to
the
air
.
Sunset
and
spring
and
new-fledged
greenery
were
no
miracle
to
Scarlett
.
Their
beauty
she
accepted
as
casually
as
the
air
she
breathed
and
the
water
she
drank
,
for
she
had
never
consciously
seen
beauty
in
anything
but
women
's
faces
,
horses
,
silk
dresses
and
like
tangible
things
.
Yet
the
serene
half-light
over
Tara
's
well-kept
acres
brought
a
measure
of
quiet
to
her
disturbed
mind
.
She
loved
this
land
so
much
,
without
even
knowing
she
loved
it
,
loved
it
as
she
loved
her
mother
's
face
under
the
lamp
at
prayer
time
.
Still
there
was
no
sign
of
Gerald
on
the
quiet
winding
road
.
If
she
had
to
wait
much
longer
,
Mammy
would
certainly
come
in
search
of
her
and
bully
her
into
the
house
.
But
even
as
she
strained
her
eyes
down
the
darkening
road
,
she
heard
a
pounding
of
hooves
at
the
bottom
of
the
pasture
hill
and
saw
the
horses
and
cows
scatter
in
fright
.
Gerald
O'Hara
was
coming
home
across
country
and
at
top
speed
.
He
came
up
the
hill
at
a
gallop
on
his
thick-barreled
,
long-legged
hunter
,
appearing
in
the
distance
like
a
boy
on
a
too
large
horse
.
His
long
white
hair
standing
out
behind
him
,
he
urged
the
horse
forward
with
crop
and
loud
cries
.
Filled
with
her
own
anxieties
,
she
nevertheless
watched
him
with
affectionate
pride
,
for
Gerald
was
an
excellent
horseman
.
"
I
wonder
why
he
always
wants
to
jump
fences
when
he
's
had
a
few
drinks
,
"
she
thought
.
"
And
after
that
fall
he
had
right
here
last
year
when
he
broke
his
knee
.
You
'd
think
he
'd
learn
.
Especially
when
he
promised
Mother
on
oath
he
'd
never
jump
again
.
"
Scarlett
had
no
awe
of
her
father
and
felt
him
more
her
contemporary
than
her
sisters
,
for
jumping
fences
and
keeping
it
a
secret
from
his
wife
gave
him
a
boyish
pride
and
guilty
glee
that
matched
her
own
pleasure
in
outwitting
Mammy
.
She
rose
from
her
seat
to
watch
him
.
The
big
horse
reached
the
fence
,
gathered
himself
and
soared
over
as
effortlessly
as
a
bird
,
his
rider
yelling
enthusiastically
,
his
crop
beating
the
air
,
his
white
curls
jerking
out
behind
him
.
Gerald
did
not
see
his
daughter
in
the
shadow
of
the
trees
,
and
he
drew
rein
in
the
road
,
patting
his
horse
's
neck
with
approbation
.
"
There
's
none
in
the
County
can
touch
you
,
nor
in
the
state
,
"
he
informed
his
mount
,
with
pride
,
the
brogue
of
County
Meath
still
heavy
on
his
tongue
in
spite
of
thirty-nine
years
in
America
.
Then
he
hastily
set
about
smoothing
his
hair
and
settling
his
ruffled
shirt
and
his
cravat
which
had
slipped
awry
behind
one
ear
.
Scarlett
knew
these
hurried
preenings
were
being
made
with
an
eye
toward
meeting
his
wife
with
the
appearance
of
a
gentleman
who
had
ridden
sedately
home
from
a
call
on
a
neighbor
.
She
knew
also
that
he
was
presenting
her
with
just
the
opportunity
she
wanted
for
opening
the
conversation
without
revealing
her
true
purpose
.
