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Spoiled
,
careless
Scarlett
who
had
never
known
an
ungratified
wish
except
where
Ashley
was
concerned
.
Somewhere
,
on
the
long
road
that
wound
through
those
four
years
,
the
girl
with
her
sachet
and
dancing
slippers
had
slipped
away
and
there
was
left
a
woman
with
sharp
green
eyes
,
who
counted
pennies
and
turned
her
hands
to
many
menial
tasks
,
a
woman
to
whom
nothing
was
left
from
the
wreckage
except
the
indestructible
red
earth
on
which
she
stood
.
As
she
stood
in
the
hall
,
listening
to
the
girls
sobbing
,
her
mind
was
busy
.
"
We
'll
plant
more
cotton
,
lots
more
.
I
'll
send
Pork
to
Macon
tomorrow
to
buy
more
seed
.
Now
the
Yankees
wo
n't
burn
it
and
our
troops
wo
n't
need
it
.
Good
Lord
!
Cotton
ought
to
go
sky
high
this
fall
!
"
She
went
into
the
little
office
and
,
disregarding
the
weeping
girls
on
the
sofa
,
seated
herself
at
the
secretary
and
picked
up
a
quill
to
balance
the
cost
of
more
cotton
seed
against
her
remaining
cash
.
"
The
war
is
over
,
"
she
thought
and
suddenly
she
dropped
the
quill
as
a
wild
happiness
flooded
her
.
The
war
was
over
and
Ashley
--
if
Ashley
was
alive
he
'd
be
coming
home
!
She
wondered
if
Melanie
,
in
the
midst
of
mourning
for
the
lost
Cause
,
had
thought
of
this
.
"
Soon
we
'll
get
a
letter
--
no
,
not
a
letter
.
We
ca
n't
get
letters
.
But
soon
--
oh
,
somehow
he
'll
let
us
know
!
"
But
the
days
passed
into
weeks
and
there
was
no
news
from
Ashley
.
The
mail
service
in
the
South
was
uncertain
and
in
the
rural
districts
there
was
none
at
all
.
Occasionally
a
passing
traveler
from
Atlanta
brought
a
note
from
Aunt
Pitty
tearfully
begging
the
girls
to
come
back
.
But
never
news
of
Ashley
.
After
the
surrender
,
an
ever-present
feud
over
the
horse
smoldered
between
Scarlett
and
Suellen
.
Now
that
there
was
no
danger
of
Yankees
,
Suellen
wanted
to
go
calling
on
the
neighbors
.
Lonely
and
missing
the
happy
sociability
of
the
old
days
,
Suellen
longed
to
visit
friends
,
if
for
no
other
reason
than
to
assure
herself
that
the
rest
of
the
County
was
as
bad
off
as
Tara
.
But
Scarlett
was
adamant
.
The
horse
was
for
work
,
to
drag
logs
from
the
woods
,
to
plow
and
for
Pork
to
ride
in
search
of
food
.
On
Sundays
he
had
earned
the
right
to
graze
in
the
pasture
and
rest
.
If
Suellen
wanted
to
go
visiting
she
could
go
afoot
.
