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With
the
thought
of
action
,
her
head
went
up
and
her
shoulders
went
back
.
This
affair
was
not
going
to
be
easy
,
she
knew
.
Formerly
,
it
had
been
Rhett
who
asked
for
her
favors
and
she
who
held
the
power
.
Now
she
was
the
beggar
and
a
beggar
in
no
position
to
dictate
terms
.
"
But
I
wo
n't
go
to
him
like
a
beggar
.
I
'll
go
like
a
queen
granting
favors
.
He
'll
never
know
.
"
She
walked
to
the
long
pier
glass
and
looked
at
herself
,
her
head
held
high
.
And
she
saw
framed
in
the
cracking
gilt
molding
a
stranger
.
It
was
as
if
she
were
really
seeing
herself
for
the
first
time
in
a
year
.
She
had
glanced
in
the
mirror
every
morning
to
see
that
her
face
was
clean
and
her
hair
tidy
but
she
had
always
been
too
pressed
by
other
things
to
really
see
herself
.
But
this
stranger
!
Surely
this
thin
hollow-cheeked
woman
could
n't
be
Scarlett
O'Hara
!
Scarlett
O'Hara
had
a
pretty
,
coquettish
,
high-spirited
face
.
This
face
at
which
she
stared
was
not
pretty
at
all
and
had
none
of
the
charm
she
remembered
so
well
.
It
was
white
and
strained
and
the
black
brows
above
slanting
green
eyes
swooped
up
startlingly
against
the
white
skin
like
frightened
bird
's
wings
.
There
was
a
hard
and
hunted
look
about
this
face
.
"
I
'm
not
pretty
enough
to
get
him
!
"
she
thought
and
desperation
came
back
to
her
.
"
I
'm
thin
--
oh
,
I
'm
terribly
thin
!
"
She
patted
her
cheeks
,
felt
frantically
at
her
collar
bones
,
feeling
them
stand
out
through
her
basque
.
And
her
breasts
were
so
small
,
almost
as
small
as
Melanie
's
.
She
'd
have
to
put
ruffles
in
her
bosom
to
make
them
look
larger
and
she
had
always
had
contempt
for
girls
who
resorted
to
such
subterfuges
.
Ruffles
!
That
brought
up
another
thought
.
Her
clothes
.
She
looked
down
at
her
dress
,
spreading
its
mended
folds
wide
between
her
hands
.
Rhett
liked
women
who
were
well
dressed
,
fashionably
dressed
.
She
remembered
with
longing
the
flounced
green
dress
she
had
worn
when
she
first
came
out
of
mourning
,
the
dress
she
wore
with
the
green
plumed
bonnet
he
had
brought
her
and
she
recalled
the
approving
compliments
he
had
paid
her
.
She
remembered
,
too
,
with
hate
sharpened
by
envy
the
red
plaid
dress
,
the
red-topped
boots
with
tassels
and
the
pancake
hat
of
Emmie
Slattery
.
They
were
gaudy
but
they
were
new
and
fashionable
and
certainly
they
caught
the
eye
.
And
,
oh
,
how
she
wanted
to
catch
the
eye
!
Especially
the
eye
of
Rhett
Butler
!
If
he
should
see
her
in
her
old
clothes
,
he
'd
know
everything
was
wrong
at
Tara
.
And
he
must
not
know
.
What
a
fool
she
had
been
to
think
she
could
go
to
Atlanta
and
have
him
for
the
asking
,
she
with
her
scrawny
neck
and
hungry
cat
eyes
and
raggedy
dress
!
If
she
had
n't
been
able
to
pry
a
proposal
from
him
at
the
height
of
her
beauty
,
when
she
had
her
prettiest
clothes
,
how
could
she
expect
to
get
one
now
when
she
was
ugly
and
dressed
tackily
?
If
Miss
Pitty
's
story
was
true
,
he
must
have
more
money
than
anyone
in
Atlanta
and
probably
had
his
pick
of
all
the
pretty
ladies
,
good
and
bad
.
Well
,
she
thought
grimly
,
I
've
got
something
that
most
pretty
ladies
have
n't
got
--
and
that
's
a
mind
that
's
made
up
.
And
if
I
had
just
one
nice
dress
--
There
was
n't
a
nice
dress
in
Tara
or
a
dress
which
had
n't
been
turned
twice
and
mended
.
"
That
's
that
,
"
she
thought
,
disconsolately
looking
down
at
the
floor
.
