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"
My
home
is
gone
and
all
the
money
that
I
so
took
for
granted
I
never
realized
I
had
it
.
And
I
am
fitted
for
nothing
in
this
world
,
for
the
world
I
belonged
in
has
gone
.
I
ca
n't
help
you
,
Scarlett
,
except
by
learning
with
as
good
grace
as
possible
to
be
a
clumsy
farmer
.
And
that
wo
n't
keep
Tara
for
you
.
Do
n't
you
think
I
realize
the
bitterness
of
our
situation
,
living
here
on
your
charity
--
Oh
,
yes
,
Scarlett
,
your
charity
.
I
can
never
repay
you
what
you
've
done
for
me
and
for
mine
out
of
the
kindness
of
your
heart
.
I
realize
it
more
acutely
every
day
.
And
every
day
I
see
more
clearly
how
helpless
I
am
to
cope
with
what
has
come
on
us
all
--
Every
day
my
accursed
shrinking
from
realities
makes
it
harder
for
me
to
face
the
new
realities
.
Do
you
know
what
I
mean
?
"
She
nodded
.
She
had
no
very
clear
idea
what
he
meant
but
she
clung
breathlessly
on
his
words
.
This
was
the
first
time
he
had
ever
spoken
to
her
of
the
things
he
was
thinking
when
he
seemed
so
remote
from
her
.
It
excited
her
as
if
she
were
on
the
brink
of
a
discovery
.
"
It
's
a
curse
--
this
not
wanting
to
look
on
naked
realities
.
Until
the
war
,
life
was
never
more
real
to
me
than
a
shadow
show
on
a
curtain
.
And
I
preferred
it
so
.
I
do
not
like
the
outlines
of
things
to
be
too
sharp
.
I
like
them
gently
blurred
,
a
little
hazy
.
"
He
stopped
and
smiled
faintly
,
shivering
a
little
as
the
cold
wind
went
through
his
thin
shirt
.
"
In
other
words
,
Scarlett
,
I
am
a
coward
.
"
His
talk
of
shadow
shows
and
hazy
outlines
conveyed
no
meaning
to
her
but
his
last
words
were
in
language
she
could
understand
.
She
knew
they
were
untrue
.
Cowardice
was
not
in
him
.
Every
line
of
his
slender
body
spoke
of
generations
of
brave
and
gallant
men
and
Scarlett
knew
his
war
record
by
heart
.
"
Why
,
that
's
not
so
!
Would
a
coward
have
climbed
on
the
cannon
at
Gettysburg
and
rallied
the
men
?
Would
the
General
himself
have
written
Melanie
a
letter
about
a
coward
?
And
--
"
"
That
's
not
courage
,
"
he
said
tiredly
.
"
Fighting
is
like
champagne
.
It
goes
to
the
heads
of
cowards
as
quickly
as
of
heroes
.
Any
fool
can
be
brave
on
a
battle
field
when
it
's
be
brave
or
else
be
killed
.
I
'm
talking
of
something
else
.
And
my
kind
of
cowardice
is
infinitely
worse
than
if
I
had
run
the
first
time
I
heard
a
cannon
fired
.
"
His
words
came
slowly
and
with
difficulty
as
if
it
hurt
to
speak
them
and
he
seemed
to
stand
off
and
look
with
a
sad
heart
at
what
he
had
said
.
Had
any
other
man
spoken
so
,
Scarlett
would
have
dismissed
such
protestations
contemptuously
as
mock
modesty
and
a
bid
for
praise
.
But
Ashley
seemed
to
mean
them
and
there
was
a
look
in
his
eyes
which
eluded
her
--
not
fear
,
not
apology
,
but
the
bracing
to
a
strain
which
was
inevitable
and
overwhelming
.
The
wintry
wind
swept
her
damp
ankles
and
she
shivered
again
but
her
shiver
was
less
from
the
wind
than
from
the
dread
his
words
evoked
in
her
heart
.
"
But
,
Ashley
,
what
are
you
afraid
of
?
"
