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"
Maybe
it
would
be
better
if
she
had
,
"
said
Alex
gloomily
.
"
How
the
hell
--
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Scarlett
.
But
how
can
a
man
ask
a
girl
to
marry
him
when
his
darkies
are
all
freed
and
his
stock
gone
and
he
has
n't
got
a
cent
in
his
pockets
?
"
"
You
know
that
would
n't
bother
Dimity
,
"
said
Scarlett
.
She
could
afford
to
be
loyal
to
Dimity
and
say
nice
things
about
her
,
for
Alex
Fontaine
had
never
been
one
of
her
own
beaux
.
"
Hell
's
afire
--
Well
,
I
beg
your
pardon
again
.
I
'll
have
to
quit
swearing
or
Grandma
will
sure
tan
my
hide
.
I
'm
not
asking
any
girl
to
marry
a
pauper
.
It
might
n't
bother
her
but
it
would
bother
me
.
"
While
Scarlett
talked
to
the
boys
on
the
front
porch
,
Melanie
,
Suellen
and
Carreen
slipped
silently
into
the
house
as
soon
as
they
heard
the
news
of
the
surrender
.
After
the
boys
had
gone
,
cutting
across
the
back
fields
of
Tara
toward
home
,
Scarlett
went
inside
and
heard
the
girls
sobbing
together
on
the
sofa
in
Ellen
's
little
office
.
It
was
all
over
,
the
bright
beautiful
dream
they
had
loved
and
hoped
for
,
the
Cause
which
had
taken
their
friends
,
lovers
,
husbands
and
beggared
their
families
.
The
Cause
they
had
thought
could
never
fall
had
fallen
forever
.
But
for
Scarlett
,
there
were
no
tears
.
In
the
first
moment
when
she
heard
the
news
she
thought
:
Thank
God
!
Now
the
cow
wo
n't
be
stolen
.
Now
the
horse
is
safe
.
Now
we
can
take
the
silver
out
of
the
well
and
everybody
can
have
a
knife
and
fork
.
Now
I
wo
n't
be
afraid
to
drive
round
the
country
looking
for
something
to
eat
.
What
a
relief
!
Never
again
would
she
start
in
fear
at
the
sound
of
hooves
.
Never
again
would
she
wake
in
the
dark
nights
,
holding
her
breath
to
listen
,
wondering
if
it
were
reality
or
only
a
dream
that
she
heard
in
the
yard
the
rattle
of
bits
,
the
stamping
of
hooves
and
the
harsh
crying
of
orders
by
the
Yankees
.
And
,
best
of
all
,
Tara
was
safe
!
Now
her
worst
nightmare
would
never
come
true
.
Now
she
would
never
have
to
stand
on
the
lawn
and
see
smoke
billowing
from
the
beloved
house
and
hear
the
roar
of
flames
as
the
roof
fell
in
.
Yes
,
the
Cause
was
dead
but
war
had
always
seemed
foolish
to
her
and
peace
was
better
.
She
had
never
stood
starry
eyed
when
the
Stars
and
Bars
ran
up
a
pole
or
felt
cold
chills
when
"
Dixie
"
sounded
.
She
had
not
been
sustained
through
privations
,
the
sickening
duties
of
nursing
,
the
fears
of
the
siege
and
the
hunger
of
the
last
few
months
by
the
fanatic
glow
which
made
all
these
things
endurable
to
others
,
if
only
the
Cause
prospered
.
It
was
all
over
and
done
with
and
she
was
not
going
to
cry
about
it
.
All
over
!
The
war
which
had
seemed
so
endless
,
the
war
which
,
unbidden
and
unwanted
,
had
cut
her
life
in
two
,
had
made
so
clean
a
cleavage
that
it
was
difficult
to
remember
those
other
care-free
days
.
She
could
look
back
,
unmoved
,
at
the
pretty
Scarlett
with
her
fragile
green
morocco
slippers
and
her
flounces
fragrant
with
lavender
but
she
wondered
if
she
could
be
that
same
girl
.
Scarlett
O'Hara
,
with
the
County
at
her
feet
,
a
hundred
slaves
to
do
her
bidding
,
the
wealth
of
Tara
like
a
wall
behind
her
and
doting
parents
anxious
to
grant
any
desire
of
her
heart
.
