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First
,
she
would
be
"
prideful
,
"
as
Gerald
had
commanded
.
From
the
moment
she
arrived
at
Twelve
Oaks
,
she
would
be
her
gayest
,
most
spirited
self
.
No
one
would
suspect
that
she
had
ever
been
downhearted
because
of
Ashley
and
Melanie
.
And
she
would
flirt
with
every
man
there
.
That
would
be
cruel
to
Ashley
,
but
it
would
make
him
yearn
for
her
all
the
more
.
She
would
n't
overlook
a
man
of
marriageable
age
,
from
ginger-whiskered
old
Frank
Kennedy
,
who
was
Suellen
's
beau
,
on
down
to
shy
,
quiet
,
blushing
Charles
Hamilton
,
Melanie
's
brother
.
They
would
swarm
around
her
like
bees
around
a
hive
,
and
certainly
Ashley
would
be
drawn
from
Melanie
to
join
the
circle
of
her
admirers
.
Then
somehow
she
would
maneuver
to
get
a
few
minutes
alone
with
him
,
away
from
the
crowd
.
She
hoped
everything
would
work
out
that
way
,
because
it
would
be
more
difficult
otherwise
.
But
if
Ashley
did
n't
make
the
first
move
,
she
would
simply
have
to
do
it
herself
.
When
they
were
finally
alone
,
he
would
have
fresh
in
his
mind
the
picture
of
the
other
men
thronging
about
her
,
he
would
be
newly
impressed
with
the
fact
that
every
one
of
them
wanted
her
,
and
that
look
of
sadness
and
despair
would
be
in
his
eyes
.
Then
she
would
make
him
happy
again
by
letting
him
discover
that
,
popular
though
she
was
,
she
preferred
him
above
any
other
man
in
all
the
world
.
And
when
she
admitted
it
,
modestly
and
sweetly
,
she
would
look
a
thousand
things
more
.
Of
course
,
she
would
do
it
all
in
a
ladylike
way
.
She
would
n't
even
dream
of
saying
to
him
boldly
that
she
loved
him
--
that
would
never
do
.
But
the
manner
of
telling
him
was
a
detail
that
troubled
her
not
at
all
.
She
had
managed
such
situations
before
and
she
could
do
it
again
.
Lying
in
the
bed
with
the
moonlight
streaming
dimly
over
her
,
she
pictured
the
whole
scene
in
her
mind
.
She
saw
the
look
of
surprise
and
happiness
that
would
come
over
his
face
when
he
realized
that
she
really
loved
him
,
and
she
heard
the
words
he
would
say
asking
her
to
be
his
wife
.
Naturally
,
she
would
have
to
say
then
that
she
simply
could
n't
think
of
marrying
a
man
when
he
was
engaged
to
another
girl
,
but
he
would
insist
and
finally
she
would
let
herself
be
persuaded
.
Then
they
would
decide
to
run
off
to
Jonesboro
that
very
afternoon
and
--
Why
,
by
this
time
tomorrow
night
,
she
might
be
Mrs.
Ashley
Wilkes
!
She
sat
up
in
bed
,
hugging
her
knees
,
and
for
a
long
happy
moment
she
WAS
Mrs.
Ashley
Wilkes
--
Ashley
's
bride
!
Then
a
slight
chill
entered
her
heart
.
Suppose
it
did
n't
work
out
this
way
?
Suppose
Ashley
did
n't
beg
her
to
run
away
with
him
?
Resolutely
she
pushed
the
thought
from
her
mind
.
"
I
wo
n't
think
of
that
now
,
"
she
said
firmly
.
"
If
I
think
of
it
now
,
it
will
upset
me
.
There
's
no
reason
why
things
wo
n't
come
out
the
way
I
want
them
--
if
he
loves
me
.
And
I
know
he
does
!
"
She
raised
her
chin
and
her
pale
,
black-fringed
eyes
sparkled
in
the
moonlight
.
Ellen
had
never
told
her
that
desire
and
attainment
were
two
different
matters
;
life
had
not
taught
her
that
the
race
was
not
to
the
swift
.
She
lay
in
the
silvery
shadows
with
courage
rising
and
made
the
plans
that
a
sixteen-year-old
makes
when
life
has
been
so
pleasant
that
defeat
is
an
impossibility
and
a
pretty
dress
and
a
clear
complexion
are
weapons
to
vanquish
fate
.
It
was
ten
o'clock
in
the
morning
.
The
day
was
warm
for
April
and
the
golden
sunlight
streamed
brilliantly
into
Scarlett
's
room
through
the
blue
curtains
of
the
wide
windows
.
The
cream-colored
walls
glowed
with
light
and
the
depths
of
the
mahogany
furniture
gleamed
deep
red
like
wine
,
while
the
floor
glistened
as
if
it
were
glass
,
except
where
the
rag
rugs
covered
it
and
they
were
spots
of
gay
color
.
Already
summer
was
in
the
air
,
the
first
hint
of
Georgia
summer
when
the
high
tide
of
spring
gives
way
reluctantly
before
a
fiercer
heat
.
A
balmy
,
soft
warmth
poured
into
the
room
,
heavy
with
velvety
smells
,
redolent
of
many
blossoms
,
of
newly
fledged
trees
and
of
the
moist
,
freshly
turned
red
earth
.
Through
the
window
Scarlett
could
see
the
bright
riot
of
the
twin
lanes
of
daffodils
bordering
the
graveled
driveway
and
the
golden
masses
of
yellow
jessamine
spreading
flowery
sprangles
modestly
to
the
earth
like
crinolines
.
The
mockingbirds
and
the
jays
,
engaged
in
their
old
feud
for
possession
of
the
magnolia
tree
beneath
her
window
,
were
bickering
,
the
jays
strident
,
acrimonious
,
the
mockers
sweet
voiced
and
plaintive
.
