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"
Holy
Mary
,
Mother
of
God
,
pray
for
us
sinners
,
now
,
and
at
the
hour
of
our
death
.
"
Despite
her
heartache
and
the
pain
of
unshed
tears
,
a
deep
sense
of
quiet
and
peace
fell
upon
Scarlett
as
it
always
did
at
this
hour
.
Some
of
the
disappointment
of
the
day
and
the
dread
of
the
morrow
departed
from
her
,
leaving
a
feeling
of
hope
.
It
was
not
the
lifting
up
of
her
heart
to
God
that
brought
this
balm
,
for
religion
went
no
more
than
lip
deep
with
her
.
It
was
the
sight
of
her
mother
's
serene
face
upturned
to
the
throne
of
God
and
His
saints
and
angels
,
praying
for
blessings
on
those
whom
she
loved
.
When
Ellen
intervened
with
Heaven
,
Scarlett
felt
certain
that
Heaven
heard
.
Ellen
finished
and
Gerald
,
who
could
never
find
his
beads
at
prayer
time
,
began
furtively
counting
his
decade
on
his
fingers
.
As
his
voice
droned
on
,
Scarlett
's
thoughts
strayed
,
in
spite
of
herself
.
She
knew
she
should
be
examining
her
conscience
.
Ellen
had
taught
her
that
at
the
end
of
each
day
it
was
her
duty
to
examine
her
conscience
thoroughly
,
to
admit
her
numerous
faults
and
pray
to
God
for
forgiveness
and
strength
never
to
repeat
them
.
But
Scarlett
was
examining
her
heart
.
She
dropped
her
head
upon
her
folded
hands
so
that
her
mother
could
not
see
her
face
,
and
her
thoughts
went
sadly
back
to
Ashley
.
How
could
he
be
planning
to
marry
Melanie
when
he
really
loved
her
,
Scarlett
?
And
when
he
knew
how
much
she
loved
him
?
How
could
he
deliberately
break
her
heart
?
Then
,
suddenly
,
an
idea
,
shining
and
new
,
flashed
like
a
comet
through
her
brain
.
"
Why
,
Ashley
has
n't
an
idea
that
I
'm
in
love
with
him
!
"
She
almost
gasped
aloud
in
the
shock
of
its
unexpectedness
.
Her
mind
stood
still
as
if
paralyzed
for
a
long
,
breathless
instant
,
and
then
raced
forward
.
"
How
could
he
know
?
I
've
always
acted
so
prissy
and
ladylike
and
touch-me-not
around
him
he
probably
thinks
I
do
n't
care
a
thing
about
him
except
as
a
friend
.
Yes
,
that
's
why
he
's
never
spoken
!
He
thinks
his
love
is
hopeless
.
And
that
's
why
he
's
looked
so
--
"
Her
mind
went
swiftly
back
to
those
times
when
she
had
caught
him
looking
at
her
in
that
strange
manner
,
when
the
gray
eyes
that
were
such
perfect
curtains
for
his
thoughts
had
been
wide
and
naked
and
had
in
them
a
look
of
torment
and
despair
.
