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But
when
the
weeks
crawled
by
and
Ashley
did
not
come
or
any
news
of
him
,
Tara
settled
back
into
its
old
routine
.
Longing
hearts
could
only
stand
so
much
of
longing
.
An
uneasy
fear
crept
into
Scarlett
's
mind
that
something
had
happened
to
him
along
the
way
.
Rock
Island
was
so
far
away
and
he
might
have
been
weak
or
sick
when
released
from
prison
.
And
he
had
no
money
and
was
tramping
through
a
country
where
Confederates
were
hated
.
If
only
she
knew
where
he
was
,
she
would
send
money
to
him
,
send
every
penny
she
had
and
let
the
family
go
hungry
,
so
he
could
come
home
swiftly
on
the
train
.
"
Beloved
,
I
am
coming
home
to
you
.
"
In
the
first
rush
of
joy
when
her
eyes
met
those
words
,
they
had
meant
only
that
Ashley
was
coming
home
to
her
.
Now
,
in
the
light
of
cooler
reason
,
it
was
Melanie
to
whom
he
was
returning
,
Melanie
who
went
about
the
house
these
days
singing
with
joy
.
Occasionally
,
Scarlett
wondered
bitterly
why
Melanie
could
not
have
died
in
childbirth
in
Atlanta
.
That
would
have
made
things
perfect
.
Then
she
could
have
married
Ashley
after
a
decent
interval
and
made
little
Beau
a
good
stepmother
too
.
When
such
thoughts
came
she
did
not
pray
hastily
to
God
,
telling
Him
she
did
not
mean
it
.
God
did
not
frighten
her
any
more
.
Soldiers
came
singly
and
in
pairs
and
dozens
and
they
were
always
hungry
.
Scarlett
thought
despairingly
that
a
plague
of
locusts
would
be
more
welcome
.
She
cursed
again
the
old
custom
of
hospitality
which
had
flowered
in
the
era
of
plenty
,
the
custom
which
would
not
permit
any
traveler
,
great
or
humble
,
to
go
on
his
journey
without
a
night
's
lodging
,
food
for
himself
and
his
horse
and
the
utmost
courtesy
the
house
could
give
.
She
knew
that
era
had
passed
forever
,
but
the
rest
of
the
household
did
not
,
nor
did
the
soldiers
,
and
each
soldier
was
welcomed
as
if
he
were
a
long-awaited
guest
.
As
the
never-ending
line
went
by
,
her
heart
hardened
.
They
were
eating
the
food
meant
for
the
mouths
of
Tara
,
vegetables
over
whose
long
rows
she
had
wearied
her
back
,
food
she
had
driven
endless
miles
to
buy
.
Food
was
so
hard
to
get
and
the
money
in
the
Yankee
's
wallet
would
not
last
forever
.
Only
a
few
greenbacks
and
the
two
gold
pieces
were
left
now
.
Why
should
she
feed
this
horde
of
hungry
men
?
The
war
was
over
.
They
would
never
again
stand
between
her
and
danger
.
So
,
she
gave
orders
to
Pork
that
when
soldiers
were
in
the
house
,
the
table
should
be
set
sparely
.
This
order
prevailed
until
she
noticed
that
Melanie
,
who
had
never
been
strong
since
Beau
was
born
,
was
inducing
Pork
to
put
only
dabs
of
food
on
her
plate
and
giving
her
share
to
the
soldiers
.
"
You
'll
have
to
stop
it
,
Melanie
,
"
she
scolded
.
"
You
're
half
sick
yourself
and
if
you
do
n't
eat
more
,
you
'll
be
sick
in
bed
and
we
'll
have
to
nurse
you
.
Let
these
men
go
hungry
.
They
can
stand
it
.
They
've
stood
it
for
four
years
and
it
wo
n't
hurt
them
to
stand
it
a
little
while
longer
.
"
Melanie
turned
to
her
and
on
her
face
was
the
first
expression
of
naked
emotion
Scarlett
had
ever
seen
in
those
serene
eyes
.
"
Oh
,
Scarlett
,
do
n't
scold
me
!
Let
me
do
it
.
You
do
n't
know
how
it
helps
me
.
