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If
Ellen
had
ever
regretted
her
sudden
decision
to
marry
him
,
no
one
ever
knew
it
,
certainly
not
Gerald
,
who
almost
burst
with
pride
whenever
he
looked
at
her
.
She
had
put
Savannah
and
its
memories
behind
her
when
she
left
that
gently
mannered
city
by
the
sea
,
and
,
from
the
moment
of
her
arrival
in
the
County
,
north
Georgia
was
her
home
.
When
she
departed
from
her
father
's
house
forever
,
she
had
left
a
home
whose
lines
were
as
beautiful
and
flowing
as
a
woman
's
body
,
as
a
ship
in
full
sail
;
a
pale
pink
stucco
house
built
in
the
French
colonial
style
,
set
high
from
the
ground
in
a
dainty
manner
,
approached
by
swirling
stairs
,
banistered
with
wrought
iron
as
delicate
as
lace
;
a
dim
,
rich
house
,
gracious
but
aloof
.
She
had
left
not
only
that
graceful
dwelling
but
also
the
entire
civilization
that
was
behind
the
building
of
it
,
and
she
found
herself
in
a
world
that
was
as
strange
and
different
as
if
she
had
crossed
a
continent
.
Here
in
north
Georgia
was
a
rugged
section
held
by
a
hardy
people
.
High
up
on
the
plateau
at
the
foot
of
the
Blue
Ridge
Mountains
,
she
saw
rolling
red
hills
wherever
she
looked
,
with
huge
outcroppings
of
the
underlying
granite
and
gaunt
pines
towering
somberly
everywhere
.
It
all
seemed
wild
and
untamed
to
her
coast-bred
eyes
accustomed
to
the
quiet
jungle
beauty
of
the
sea
islands
draped
in
their
gray
moss
and
tangled
green
,
the
white
stretches
of
beach
hot
beneath
a
semitropic
sun
,
the
long
flat
vistas
of
sandy
land
studded
with
palmetto
and
palm
.
This
was
a
section
that
knew
the
chill
of
winter
,
as
well
as
the
heat
of
summer
,
and
there
was
a
vigor
and
energy
in
the
people
that
was
strange
to
her
.
They
were
a
kindly
people
,
courteous
,
generous
,
filled
with
abounding
good
nature
,
but
sturdy
,
virile
,
easy
to
anger
.
The
people
of
the
Coast
which
she
had
left
might
pride
themselves
on
taking
all
their
affairs
,
even
their
duels
and
their
feuds
,
with
a
careless
air
but
these
north
Georgia
people
had
a
streak
of
violence
in
them
.
On
the
coast
,
life
had
mellowed
--
here
it
was
young
and
lusty
and
new
.
All
the
people
Ellen
had
known
in
Savannah
might
have
been
cast
from
the
same
mold
,
so
similar
were
their
view
points
and
traditions
,
but
here
was
a
variety
of
people
.
North
Georgia
's
settlers
were
coming
in
from
many
different
places
,
from
other
parts
of
Georgia
,
from
the
Carolinas
and
Virginia
,
from
Europe
and
the
North
.
Some
of
them
,
like
Gerald
,
were
new
people
seeking
their
fortunes
.
Some
,
like
Ellen
,
were
members
of
old
families
who
had
found
life
intolerable
in
their
former
homes
and
sought
haven
in
a
distant
land
.
Many
had
moved
for
no
reason
at
all
,
except
that
the
restless
blood
of
pioneering
fathers
still
quickened
in
their
veins
.
These
people
,
drawn
from
many
different
places
and
with
many
different
backgrounds
,
gave
the
whole
life
of
the
County
an
informality
that
was
new
to
Ellen
,
an
informality
to
which
she
never
quite
accustomed
herself
.
She
instinctively
knew
how
Coast
people
would
act
in
any
circumstance
.
There
was
never
any
telling
what
north
Georgians
would
do
.
And
,
quickening
all
of
the
affairs
of
the
section
,
was
the
high
tide
of
prosperity
then
rolling
over
the
South
.
All
of
the
world
was
crying
out
for
cotton
,
and
the
new
land
of
the
County
,
unworn
and
fertile
,
produced
it
abundantly
.
Cotton
was
the
heartbeat
of
the
section
,
the
planting
and
the
picking
were
the
diastole
and
systole
of
the
red
earth
.
Wealth
came
out
of
the
curving
furrows
,
and
arrogance
came
too
--
arrogance
built
on
green
bushes
and
the
acres
of
fleecy
white
.
If
cotton
could
make
them
rich
in
one
generation
,
how
much
richer
they
would
be
in
the
next
!
This
certainty
of
the
morrow
gave
zest
and
enthusiasm
to
life
,
and
the
County
people
enjoyed
life
with
a
heartiness
that
Ellen
could
never
understand
.
They
had
money
enough
and
slaves
enough
to
give
them
time
to
play
,
and
they
liked
to
play
.
They
seemed
never
too
busy
to
drop
work
for
a
fish
fry
,
a
hunt
or
a
horse
race
,
and
scarcely
a
week
went
by
without
its
barbecue
or
ball
.
