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But
,
in
an
instant
,
Melanie
threw
off
her
hand
and
was
down
the
steps
.
Down
the
graveled
path
she
flew
,
skimming
lightly
as
a
bird
,
her
faded
skirts
streaming
behind
her
,
her
arms
outstretched
.
Then
,
Scarlett
knew
the
truth
,
with
the
impact
of
a
blow
.
She
reeled
back
against
an
upright
of
the
porch
as
the
man
lifted
a
face
covered
with
a
dirty
blond
beard
and
stopped
still
,
looking
toward
the
house
as
if
he
was
too
weary
to
take
another
step
.
Her
heart
leaped
and
stopped
and
then
began
racing
,
as
Melly
with
incoherent
cries
threw
herself
into
the
dirty
soldier
's
arms
and
his
head
bent
down
toward
hers
.
With
rapture
,
Scarlett
took
two
running
steps
forward
but
was
checked
when
Will
's
hand
closed
upon
her
skirt
.
"
Do
n't
spoil
it
,
"
he
said
quietly
.
"
Turn
me
loose
,
you
fool
!
Turn
me
loose
!
It
's
Ashley
!
"
He
did
not
relax
his
grip
.
"
After
all
,
he
's
HER
husband
,
ai
n't
he
?
"
Will
asked
calmly
and
,
looking
down
at
him
in
a
confusion
of
joy
and
impotent
fury
,
Scarlett
saw
in
the
quiet
depths
of
his
eyes
understanding
and
pity
.
On
a
cold
January
afternoon
in
1866
,
Scarlett
sat
in
the
office
writing
a
letter
to
Aunt
Pitty
,
explaining
in
detail
for
the
tenth
time
why
neither
she
,
Melanie
nor
Ashley
could
come
back
to
Atlanta
to
live
with
her
.
She
wrote
impatiently
because
she
knew
Aunt
Pitty
would
read
no
farther
than
the
opening
lines
and
then
write
her
again
,
wailing
:
"
But
I
'm
afraid
to
live
by
myself
!
"
Her
hands
were
chilled
and
she
paused
to
rub
them
together
and
to
scuff
her
feet
deeper
into
the
strip
of
old
quilting
wrapped
about
them
.
The
soles
of
her
slippers
were
practically
gone
and
were
reinforced
with
pieces
of
carpet
.
The
carpet
kept
her
feet
off
the
floor
but
did
little
to
keep
them
warm
.
That
morning
Will
had
taken
the
horse
to
Jonesboro
to
get
him
shod
.
Scarlett
thought
grimly
that
things
were
indeed
at
a
pretty
pass
when
horses
had
shoes
and
people
's
feet
were
as
bare
as
yard
dogs
'
.
She
picked
up
her
quill
to
resume
her
writing
but
laid
it
down
when
she
heard
Will
coming
in
at
the
back
door
.
She
heard
the
thump-thump
of
his
wooden
leg
in
the
hall
outside
the
office
and
then
he
stopped
.
She
waited
for
a
moment
for
him
to
enter
and
when
he
made
no
move
she
called
to
him
.
He
came
in
,
his
ears
red
from
the
cold
,
his
pinkish
hair
awry
,
and
stood
looking
down
at
her
,
a
faintly
humorous
smile
on
his
lips
.
"
Miss
Scarlett
,
"
he
questioned
,
"
just
how
much
cash
money
have
you
got
?
"
"
Are
you
going
to
try
to
marry
me
for
my
money
,
Will
?
"
she
asked
somewhat
crossly
.
