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There
came
to
her
,
from
the
recesses
of
her
mind
,
words
Rhett
had
spoken
in
the
early
years
of
the
war
about
the
money
he
made
in
the
blockade
.
She
had
not
taken
the
trouble
to
understand
them
then
,
but
now
they
seemed
perfectly
clear
and
she
wondered
if
it
had
been
only
her
youth
or
plain
stupidity
which
had
kept
her
from
appreciating
them
.
"
There
's
just
as
much
money
to
be
made
in
the
wreck
of
a
civilization
as
in
the
upbuilding
of
one
.
"
"
This
is
the
wreck
he
foresaw
,
"
she
thought
,
"
and
he
was
right
.
There
's
still
plenty
of
money
to
be
made
by
anyone
who
is
n't
afraid
to
work
--
or
to
grab
.
"
She
saw
Frank
coming
across
the
floor
toward
her
with
a
glass
of
blackberry
wine
in
his
hand
and
a
morsel
of
cake
on
a
saucer
and
she
pulled
her
face
into
a
smile
.
It
did
not
occur
to
her
to
question
whether
Tara
was
worth
marrying
Frank
She
knew
it
was
worth
it
and
she
never
gave
the
matter
a
second
thought
.
She
smiled
up
at
him
as
she
sipped
the
wine
,
knowing
that
her
cheeks
were
more
attractively
pink
than
any
of
the
dancers
'
.
She
moved
her
skirts
for
him
to
sit
by
her
and
waved
her
handkerchief
idly
so
that
the
faint
sweet
smell
of
the
cologne
could
reach
his
nose
.
She
was
proud
of
the
cologne
,
for
no
other
woman
in
the
room
was
wearing
any
and
Frank
had
noticed
it
.
In
a
fit
of
daring
he
had
whispered
to
her
that
she
was
as
pink
and
fragrant
as
a
rose
.
If
only
he
were
not
so
shy
!
He
reminded
her
of
a
timid
old
brown
field
rabbit
.
If
only
he
had
the
gallantry
and
ardor
of
the
Tarleton
boys
or
even
the
coarse
impudence
of
Rhett
Butler
.
But
,
if
he
possessed
those
qualities
,
he
'd
probably
have
sense
enough
to
feel
the
desperation
that
lurked
just
beneath
her
demurely
fluttering
eyelids
.
As
it
was
,
he
did
n't
know
enough
about
women
even
to
suspect
what
she
was
up
to
.
That
was
her
good
fortune
but
it
did
not
increase
her
respect
for
him
.
She
married
Frank
Kennedy
two
weeks
later
after
a
whirlwind
courtship
which
she
blushingly
told
him
left
her
too
breathless
to
oppose
his
ardor
any
longer
.
He
did
not
know
that
during
those
two
weeks
she
had
walked
the
floor
at
night
,
gritting
her
teeth
at
the
slowness
with
which
he
took
hints
and
encouragements
,
praying
that
no
untimely
letter
from
Suellen
would
reach
him
and
ruin
her
plans
.
She
thanked
God
that
her
sister
was
the
poorest
of
correspondents
,
delighting
to
receive
letters
and
disliking
to
write
them
.
But
there
was
always
a
chance
,
always
a
chance
,
she
thought
in
the
long
night
hours
as
she
padded
back
and
forth
across
the
cold
floor
of
her
bedroom
,
with
Ellen
's
faded
shawl
clutched
about
her
nightdress
.
Frank
did
not
know
she
had
received
a
laconic
letter
from
Will
,
relating
that
Jonas
Wilkerson
had
paid
another
call
at
Tara
and
,
finding
her
gone
to
Atlanta
,
had
stormed
about
until
Will
and
Ashley
threw
him
bodily
off
the
place
.
Will
's
letter
hammered
into
her
mind
the
fact
she
knew
only
too
well
--
that
time
was
getting
shorter
and
shorter
before
the
extra
taxes
must
be
paid
.
A
fierce
desperation
drove
her
as
she
saw
the
days
slipping
by
and
she
wished
she
might
grasp
the
hourglass
in
her
hands
and
keep
the
sands
from
running
.
But
so
well
did
she
conceal
her
feelings
,
so
well
did
she
enact
her
role
,
Frank
suspected
nothing
,
saw
no
more
than
what
lay
on
the
surface
--
the
pretty
and
helpless
young
widow
of
Charles
Hamilton
who
greeted
him
every
night
in
Miss
Pittypat
's
parlor
and
listened
,
breathless
with
admiration
,
as
he
told
of
future
plans
for
his
store
and
how
much
money
he
expected
to
make
when
he
was
able
to
buy
the
sawmill
.
Her
sweet
sympathy
and
her
bright-eyed
interest
in
every
word
he
uttered
were
balm
upon
the
wound
left
by
Suellen
's
supposed
defection
.
His
heart
was
sore
and
bewildered
at
Suellen
's
conduct
and
his
vanity
,
the
shy
,
touchy
vanity
of
a
middle-aged
bachelor
who
knows
himself
to
be
unattractive
to
women
,
was
deeply
wounded
.
He
could
not
write
Suellen
,
upbraiding
her
for
her
faithlessness
;
he
shrank
from
the
very
idea
.
But
he
could
ease
his
heart
by
talking
about
her
to
Scarlett
.
Without
saying
a
disloyal
word
about
Suellen
,
she
could
tell
him
she
understood
how
badly
her
sister
had
treated
him
and
what
good
treatment
he
merited
from
a
woman
who
really
appreciated
him
.
