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But
Scarlett
intended
to
marry
--
and
marry
Ashley
--
and
she
was
willing
to
appear
demure
,
pliable
and
scatterbrained
,
if
those
were
the
qualities
that
attracted
men
.
Just
why
men
should
be
this
way
,
she
did
not
know
.
She
only
knew
that
such
methods
worked
.
It
never
interested
her
enough
to
try
to
think
out
the
reason
for
it
,
for
she
knew
nothing
of
the
inner
workings
of
any
human
being
's
mind
,
not
even
her
own
.
She
knew
only
that
if
she
did
or
said
thus-and-so
,
men
would
unerringly
respond
with
the
complementary
thus-and-so
.
It
was
like
a
mathematical
formula
and
no
more
difficult
,
for
mathematics
was
the
one
subject
that
had
come
easy
to
Scarlett
in
her
schooldays
.
If
she
knew
little
about
men
's
minds
,
she
knew
even
less
about
the
minds
of
women
,
for
they
interested
her
less
.
She
had
never
had
a
girl
friend
,
and
she
never
felt
any
lack
on
that
account
.
To
her
,
all
women
,
including
her
two
sisters
,
were
natural
enemies
in
pursuit
of
the
same
prey
--
man
.
All
women
with
the
one
exception
of
her
mother
.
Ellen
O'Hara
was
different
,
and
Scarlett
regarded
her
as
something
holy
and
apart
from
all
the
rest
of
humankind
.
When
Scarlett
was
a
child
,
she
had
confused
her
mother
with
the
Virgin
Mary
,
and
now
that
she
was
older
she
saw
no
reason
for
changing
her
opinion
.
To
her
,
Ellen
represented
the
utter
security
that
only
Heaven
or
a
mother
can
give
.
She
knew
that
her
mother
was
the
embodiment
of
justice
,
truth
,
loving
tenderness
and
profound
wisdom
--
a
great
lady
.
Scarlett
wanted
very
much
to
be
like
her
mother
.
The
only
difficulty
was
that
by
being
just
and
truthful
and
tender
and
unselfish
,
one
missed
most
of
the
joys
of
life
,
and
certainly
many
beaux
.
And
life
was
too
short
to
miss
such
pleasant
things
.
Some
day
when
she
was
married
to
Ashley
and
old
,
some
day
when
she
had
time
for
it
,
she
intended
to
be
like
Ellen
.
But
,
until
then
...
That
night
at
supper
,
Scarlett
went
through
the
motions
of
presiding
over
the
table
in
her
mother
's
absence
,
but
her
mind
was
in
a
ferment
over
the
dreadful
news
she
had
heard
about
Ashley
and
Melanie
.
Desperately
she
longed
for
her
mother
's
return
from
the
Slatterys
'
,
for
,
without
her
,
she
felt
lost
and
alone
.
What
right
had
the
Slatterys
and
their
everlasting
sickness
to
take
Ellen
away
from
home
just
at
this
time
when
she
,
Scarlett
,
needed
her
so
much
?
Throughout
the
dismal
meal
,
Gerald
's
booming
voice
battered
against
her
ears
until
she
thought
she
could
endure
it
no
longer
.
He
had
forgotten
completely
about
his
conversation
with
her
that
afternoon
and
was
carrying
on
a
monologue
about
the
latest
news
from
Fort
Sumter
,
which
he
punctuated
by
hammering
his
fist
on
the
table
and
waving
his
arms
in
the
air
.
Gerald
made
a
habit
of
dominating
the
conversation
at
mealtimes
,
and
usually
Scarlett
,
occupied
with
her
own
thoughts
,
scarcely
heard
him
;
but
tonight
she
could
not
shut
out
his
voice
,
no
matter
how
much
she
strained
to
listen
for
the
sound
of
carriage
wheels
that
would
herald
Ellen
's
return
.
Of
course
,
she
did
not
intend
to
tell
her
mother
what
was
so
heavy
on
her
heart
,
for
Ellen
would
be
shocked
and
grieved
to
know
that
a
daughter
of
hers
wanted
a
man
who
was
engaged
to
another
girl
.
But
,
in
the
depths
of
the
first
tragedy
she
had
ever
known
,
she
wanted
the
very
comfort
of
her
mother
's
presence
.
She
always
felt
secure
when
Ellen
was
by
her
,
for
there
was
nothing
so
bad
that
Ellen
could
not
better
it
,
simply
by
being
there
.
She
rose
suddenly
from
her
chair
at
the
sound
of
creaking
wheels
in
the
driveway
and
then
sank
down
again
as
they
went
on
around
the
house
to
the
back
yard
.
It
could
not
be
Ellen
,
for
she
would
alight
at
the
front
steps
.
Then
there
was
an
excited
babble
of
negro
voices
in
the
darkness
of
the
yard
and
high-pitched
negro
laughter
.
Looking
out
the
window
,
Scarlett
saw
Pork
,
who
had
left
the
room
a
moment
before
,
holding
high
a
flaring
pine
knot
,
while
indistinguishable
figures
descended
from
a
wagon
.
The
laughter
and
talking
rose
and
fell
in
the
dark
night
air
,
pleasant
,
homely
,
carefree
sounds
,
gutturally
soft
,
musically
shrill
.
Then
feet
shuffled
up
the
back-porch
stairs
and
into
the
passageway
leading
to
the
main
house
,
stopping
in
the
hall
just
outside
the
dining
room
.
There
was
a
brief
interval
of
whispering
,
and
Pork
entered
,
his
usual
dignity
gone
,
his
eyes
rolling
and
his
teeth
a-gleam
.
