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He
leaned
over
her
with
a
sudden
savagery
which
made
her
shrink
back
against
the
fence
.
"
I
love
you
,
your
courage
and
your
stubbornness
and
your
fire
and
your
utter
ruthlessness
.
How
much
do
I
love
you
?
So
much
that
a
moment
ago
I
would
have
outraged
the
hospitality
of
the
house
which
has
sheltered
me
and
my
family
,
forgotten
the
best
wife
any
man
ever
had
--
enough
to
take
you
here
in
the
mud
like
a
--
"
She
struggled
with
a
chaos
of
thoughts
and
there
was
a
cold
pain
in
her
heart
as
if
an
icicle
had
pierced
it
.
She
said
haltingly
:
"
If
you
felt
like
that
--
and
did
n't
take
me
--
then
you
do
n't
love
me
.
"
"
I
can
never
make
you
understand
.
"
They
fell
silent
and
looked
at
each
other
.
Suddenly
Scarlett
shivered
and
saw
,
as
if
coming
back
from
a
long
journey
,
that
it
was
winter
and
the
fields
were
bare
and
harsh
with
stubble
and
she
was
very
cold
.
She
saw
too
that
the
old
aloof
face
of
Ashley
,
the
one
she
knew
so
well
,
had
come
back
and
it
was
wintry
too
,
and
harsh
with
hurt
and
remorse
.
She
would
have
turned
and
left
him
then
,
seeking
the
shelter
of
the
house
to
hide
herself
,
but
she
was
too
tired
to
move
.
Even
speech
was
a
labor
and
a
weariness
.
"
There
is
nothing
left
,
"
she
said
at
last
.
"
Nothing
left
for
me
.
Nothing
to
love
.
Nothing
to
fight
for
.
You
are
gone
and
Tara
is
going
.
"
He
looked
at
her
for
a
long
space
and
then
,
leaning
,
scooped
up
a
small
wad
of
red
clay
from
the
ground
.
"
Yes
,
there
is
something
left
,
"
he
said
,
and
the
ghost
of
his
old
smile
came
back
,
the
smile
which
mocked
himself
as
well
as
her
.
"
Something
you
love
better
than
me
,
though
you
may
not
know
it
.
You
've
still
got
Tara
.
"
He
took
her
limp
hand
and
pressed
the
damp
clay
into
it
and
closed
her
fingers
about
it
.
There
was
no
fever
in
his
hands
now
,
nor
in
hers
.
She
looked
at
the
red
soil
for
a
moment
and
it
meant
nothing
to
her
.
She
looked
at
him
and
realized
dimly
that
there
was
an
integrity
of
spirit
in
him
which
was
not
to
be
torn
apart
by
her
passionate
hands
,
nor
by
any
hands
.
