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"
He
's
been
broken
hearted
because
he
thinks
I
'm
in
love
with
Brent
or
Stuart
or
Cade
.
And
probably
he
thinks
that
if
he
ca
n't
have
me
,
he
might
as
well
please
his
family
and
marry
Melanie
.
But
if
he
knew
I
did
love
him
--
"
Her
volatile
spirits
shot
up
from
deepest
depression
to
excited
happiness
.
This
was
the
answer
to
Ashley
's
reticence
,
to
his
strange
conduct
.
He
did
n't
know
!
Her
vanity
leaped
to
the
aid
of
her
desire
to
believe
,
making
belief
a
certainty
.
If
he
knew
she
loved
him
,
he
would
hasten
to
her
side
.
She
had
only
to
--
"
Oh
!
"
she
thought
rapturously
,
digging
her
fingers
into
her
lowered
brow
.
"
What
a
fool
I
've
been
not
to
think
of
this
till
now
!
I
must
think
of
some
way
to
let
him
know
.
He
would
n't
marry
her
if
he
knew
I
loved
him
!
How
could
he
?
"
With
a
start
,
she
realized
that
Gerald
had
finished
and
her
mother
's
eyes
were
on
her
.
Hastily
she
began
her
decade
,
telling
off
the
beads
automatically
but
with
a
depth
of
emotion
in
her
voice
that
caused
Mammy
to
open
her
eyes
and
shoot
a
searching
glance
at
her
.
As
she
finished
her
prayers
and
Suellen
,
then
Carreen
,
began
their
decades
,
her
mind
was
still
speeding
onward
with
her
entrancing
new
thought
.
Even
now
,
it
was
n't
too
late
!
Too
often
the
County
had
been
scandalized
by
elopements
when
one
or
the
other
of
the
participating
parties
was
practically
at
the
altar
with
a
third
.
And
Ashley
's
engagement
had
not
even
been
announced
yet
!
Yes
,
there
was
plenty
of
time
!
If
no
love
lay
between
Ashley
and
Melanie
but
only
a
promise
given
long
ago
,
then
why
was
n't
it
possible
for
him
to
break
that
promise
and
marry
her
?
Surely
he
would
do
it
,
if
he
knew
that
she
,
Scarlett
,
loved
him
.
She
must
find
some
way
to
let
him
know
.
She
would
find
some
way
!
And
then
--
Scarlett
came
abruptly
out
of
her
dream
of
delight
,
for
she
had
neglected
to
make
the
responses
and
her
mother
was
looking
at
her
reprovingly
.
As
she
resumed
the
ritual
,
she
opened
her
eyes
briefly
and
cast
a
quick
glance
around
the
room
.
The
kneeling
figures
,
the
soft
glow
of
the
lamp
,
the
dim
shadows
where
the
negroes
swayed
,
even
the
familiar
objects
that
had
been
so
hateful
to
her
sight
an
hour
ago
,
in
an
instant
took
on
the
color
of
her
own
emotions
,
and
the
room
seemed
once
more
a
lovely
place
.
She
would
never
forget
this
moment
or
this
scene
!
"
Virgin
most
faithful
,
"
her
mother
intoned
.
The
Litany
of
the
Virgin
was
beginning
,
and
obediently
Scarlett
responded
:
"
Pray
for
us
,
"
as
Ellen
praised
in
soft
contralto
the
attributes
of
the
Mother
of
God
.
As
always
since
childhood
,
this
was
,
for
Scarlett
,
a
moment
for
adoration
of
Ellen
,
rather
than
the
Virgin
.
Sacrilegious
though
it
might
be
,
Scarlett
always
saw
,
through
her
closed
eyes
,
the
upturned
face
of
Ellen
and
not
the
Blessed
Virgin
,
as
the
ancient
phrases
were
repeated
.
"
Health
of
the
Sick
,
"
"
Seat
of
Wisdom
,
"
"
Refuge
of
Sinners
,
"
"
Mystical
Rose
"
--
they
were
beautiful
because
they
were
the
attributes
of
Ellen
.
But
tonight
,
because
of
the
exaltation
of
her
own
spirit
,
Scarlett
found
in
the
whole
ceremonial
,
the
softly
spoken
words
,
the
murmur
of
the
responses
,
a
surpassing
beauty
beyond
any
that
she
had
ever
experienced
before
.
And
her
heart
went
up
to
God
in
sincere
thankfulness
that
a
pathway
for
her
feet
had
been
opened
--
out
of
her
misery
and
straight
to
the
arms
of
Ashley
.
