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She
laughed
aloud
.
As
she
had
intended
,
Gerald
was
startled
by
the
sound
;
then
he
recognized
her
,
and
a
look
both
sheepish
and
defiant
came
over
his
florid
face
.
He
dismounted
with
difficulty
,
because
his
knee
was
stiff
,
and
,
slipping
the
reins
over
his
arm
,
stumped
toward
her
.
"
Well
,
Missy
,
"
he
said
,
pinching
her
cheek
,
"
so
,
you
've
been
spying
on
me
and
,
like
your
sister
Suellen
last
week
,
you
'll
be
telling
your
mother
on
me
?
"
There
was
indignation
in
his
hoarse
bass
voice
but
also
a
wheedling
note
,
and
Scarlett
teasingly
clicked
her
tongue
against
her
teeth
as
she
reached
out
to
pull
his
cravat
into
place
.
His
breath
in
her
face
was
strong
with
Bourbon
whisky
mingled
with
a
faint
fragrance
of
mint
.
Accompanying
him
also
were
the
smells
of
chewing
tobacco
,
well-oiled
leather
and
horses
--
a
combination
of
odors
that
she
always
associated
with
her
father
and
instinctively
liked
in
other
men
.
"
No
,
Pa
,
I
'm
no
tattletale
like
Suellen
,
"
she
assured
him
,
standing
off
to
view
his
rearranged
attire
with
a
judicious
air
.
Gerald
was
a
small
man
,
little
more
than
five
feet
tall
,
but
so
heavy
of
barrel
and
thick
of
neck
that
his
appearance
,
when
seated
,
led
strangers
to
think
him
a
larger
man
.
His
thickset
torso
was
supported
by
short
sturdy
legs
,
always
incased
in
the
finest
leather
boots
procurable
and
always
planted
wide
apart
like
a
swaggering
small
boy
's
.
Most
small
people
who
take
themselves
seriously
are
a
little
ridiculous
;
but
the
bantam
cock
is
respected
in
the
barnyard
,
and
so
it
was
with
Gerald
.
No
one
would
ever
have
the
temerity
to
think
of
Gerald
O'Hara
as
a
ridiculous
little
figure
.
He
was
sixty
years
old
and
his
crisp
curly
hair
was
silver-white
,
but
his
shrewd
face
was
unlined
and
his
hard
little
blue
eyes
were
young
with
the
unworried
youthfulness
of
one
who
has
never
taxed
his
brain
with
problems
more
abstract
than
how
many
cards
to
draw
in
a
poker
game
.
His
was
as
Irish
a
face
as
could
be
found
in
the
length
and
breadth
of
the
homeland
he
had
left
so
long
ago
--
round
,
high
colored
,
short
nosed
,
wide
mouthed
and
belligerent
.
Beneath
his
choleric
exterior
Gerald
O'Hara
had
the
tenderest
of
hearts
.
He
could
not
bear
to
see
a
slave
pouting
under
a
reprimand
,
no
matter
how
well
deserved
,
or
hear
a
kitten
mewing
or
a
child
crying
;
but
he
had
a
horror
of
having
this
weakness
discovered
.
That
everyone
who
met
him
did
discover
his
kindly
heart
within
five
minutes
was
unknown
to
him
;
and
his
vanity
would
have
suffered
tremendously
if
he
had
found
it
out
,
for
he
liked
to
think
that
when
he
bawled
orders
at
the
top
of
his
voice
everyone
trembled
and
obeyed
.
It
had
never
occurred
to
him
that
only
one
voice
was
obeyed
on
the
plantation
--
the
soft
voice
of
his
wife
Ellen
.
It
was
a
secret
he
would
never
learn
,
for
everyone
from
Ellen
down
to
the
stupidest
field
hand
was
in
a
tacit
and
kindly
conspiracy
to
keep
him
believing
that
his
word
was
law
.
Scarlett
was
impressed
less
than
anyone
else
by
his
tempers
and
his
roarings
.
She
was
his
oldest
child
and
,
now
that
Gerald
knew
there
would
be
no
more
sons
to
follow
the
three
who
lay
in
the
family
burying
ground
,
he
had
drifted
into
a
habit
of
treating
her
in
a
man-to-man
manner
which
she
found
most
pleasant
.
She
was
more
like
her
father
than
her
younger
sisters
,
for
Carreen
,
who
had
been
born
Caroline
Irene
,
was
delicate
and
dreamy
,
and
Suellen
,
christened
Susan
Elinor
,
prided
herself
on
her
elegance
and
ladylike
deportment
.
