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"
Who
is
'
him
'
?
"
His
faded
blue
eyes
looked
at
her
from
under
sandy
lashes
without
surprise
.
Nothing
seemed
to
surprise
or
excite
him
.
Perhaps
he
had
seen
too
much
of
the
unexpected
ever
to
be
startled
again
.
That
Scarlett
did
not
know
what
was
in
her
sister
's
heart
did
not
seem
odd
to
him
.
He
took
it
as
naturally
as
he
did
the
fact
that
Carreen
had
found
comfort
in
talking
to
him
,
a
stranger
.
"
Her
beau
,
that
boy
Brent
something-or-other
who
was
killed
at
Gettysburg
.
"
"
Her
beau
?
"
said
Scarlett
shortly
.
"
Her
beau
,
nothing
!
He
and
his
brother
were
my
beaux
.
"
"
Yes
,
so
she
told
me
.
Looks
like
most
of
the
County
was
your
beaux
.
But
,
all
the
same
,
he
was
her
beau
after
you
turned
him
down
,
because
when
he
come
home
on
his
last
furlough
they
got
engaged
.
She
said
he
was
the
only
boy
she
'd
ever
cared
about
and
so
it
kind
of
comforts
her
to
pray
for
him
.
"
"
Well
,
fiddle-dee-dee
!
"
said
Scarlett
,
a
very
small
dart
of
jealousy
entering
her
.
She
looked
curiously
at
this
lanky
man
with
his
bony
stooped
shoulders
,
his
pinkish
hair
and
calm
unwavering
eyes
.
So
he
knew
things
about
her
own
family
which
she
had
not
troubled
to
discover
.
So
that
was
why
Carreen
mooned
about
,
praying
all
the
time
.
Well
,
she
'd
get
over
it
.
Lots
of
girls
got
over
dead
sweethearts
,
yes
,
dead
husbands
,
too
.
She
'd
certainly
gotten
over
Charles
.
And
she
knew
one
girl
in
Atlanta
who
had
been
widowed
three
times
by
the
war
and
was
still
able
to
take
notice
of
men
.
She
said
as
much
to
Will
but
he
shook
his
head
.
"
Not
Miss
Carreen
,
"
he
said
with
finality
.
Will
was
pleasant
to
talk
to
because
he
had
so
little
to
say
and
yet
was
so
understanding
a
listener
.
She
told
him
about
her
problems
of
weeding
and
hoeing
and
planting
,
of
fattening
the
hogs
and
breeding
the
cow
,
and
he
gave
good
advice
for
he
had
owned
a
small
farm
in
south
Georgia
and
two
negroes
.
He
knew
his
slaves
were
free
now
and
the
farm
gone
to
weeds
and
seedling
pines
.
His
sister
,
his
only
relative
,
had
moved
to
Texas
with
her
husband
years
ago
and
he
was
alone
in
the
world
.
Yet
,
none
of
these
things
seemed
to
bother
him
any
more
than
the
leg
he
had
left
in
Virginia
.
