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Heretofore
she
had
been
careless
of
public
opinion
,
careless
and
a
little
contemptuous
.
But
Peter
's
words
caused
fierce
resentment
to
burn
in
her
breast
,
drove
her
to
a
defensive
position
,
made
her
suddenly
dislike
her
neighbors
as
much
as
she
disliked
the
Yankees
.
"
Why
should
they
care
what
I
do
?
"
she
thought
.
"
They
must
think
I
enjoy
associating
with
Yankees
and
working
like
a
field
hand
.
They
're
just
making
a
hard
job
harder
for
me
.
But
I
do
n't
care
what
they
think
.
I
wo
n't
let
myself
care
.
I
ca
n't
afford
to
care
now
.
But
some
day
--
some
day
--
"
Oh
some
day
!
When
there
was
security
in
her
world
again
,
then
she
would
sit
back
and
fold
her
hands
and
be
a
great
lady
as
Ellen
had
been
.
She
would
be
helpless
and
sheltered
,
as
a
lady
should
be
,
and
then
everyone
would
approve
of
her
.
Oh
,
how
grand
she
would
be
when
she
had
money
again
!
Then
she
could
permit
herself
to
be
kind
and
gentle
,
as
Ellen
had
been
,
and
thoughtful
of
other
people
and
of
the
proprieties
,
to
.
She
would
not
be
driven
by
fears
,
day
and
night
,
and
life
would
be
a
placid
,
unhurried
affair
.
She
would
have
time
to
play
with
her
children
and
listen
to
their
lessons
.
There
would
be
long
warm
afternoons
when
ladies
would
call
and
,
amid
the
rustlings
of
taffeta
petticoats
and
the
rhythmic
harsh
cracklings
of
palmetto
fans
,
she
would
serve
tea
and
delicious
sandwiches
and
cakes
and
leisurely
gossip
the
hours
away
.
And
she
would
be
so
kind
to
those
who
were
suffering
misfortune
,
take
baskets
to
the
poor
and
soup
and
jelly
to
the
sick
and
"
air
"
those
less
fortunate
in
her
fine
carriage
.
She
would
be
a
lady
in
the
true
Southern
manner
,
as
her
mother
had
been
.
And
then
,
everyone
would
love
her
as
they
had
loved
Ellen
and
they
would
say
how
unselfish
she
was
and
call
her
"
Lady
Bountiful
.
"
Her
pleasure
in
these
thoughts
of
the
future
was
undimmed
by
any
realization
that
she
had
no
real
desire
to
be
unselfish
or
charitable
or
kind
.
All
she
wanted
was
the
reputation
for
possessing
these
qualities
.
But
the
meshes
of
her
brain
were
too
wide
,
too
coarse
,
to
filter
such
small
differences
.
It
was
enough
that
some
day
,
when
she
had
money
,
everyone
would
approve
of
her
.
Some
day
!
But
not
now
.
Not
now
,
in
spite
of
what
anyone
might
say
of
her
.
Now
,
there
was
no
time
to
be
a
great
lady
.
Peter
was
as
good
as
his
word
.
Aunt
Pitty
did
get
into
a
state
,
and
Peter
's
misery
developed
overnight
to
such
proportions
that
he
never
drove
the
buggy
again
.
Thereafter
Scarlett
drove
alone
and
the
calluses
which
had
begun
to
leave
her
palms
came
back
again
.
So
the
spring
months
went
by
,
the
cool
rains
of
April
passing
into
the
warm
balm
of
green
May
weather
.
The
weeks
were
packed
with
work
and
worry
and
the
handicaps
of
increasing
pregnancy
,
with
old
friends
growing
cooler
and
her
family
increasingly
more
kind
,
more
maddeningly
solicitous
and
more
completely
blind
to
what
was
driving
her
.
During
those
days
of
anxiety
and
struggle
there
was
only
one
dependable
,
understanding
person
in
her
world
,
and
that
person
was
Rhett
Butler
.
It
was
odd
that
he
of
all
people
should
appear
in
this
light
,
for
he
was
as
unstable
as
quicksilver
and
as
perverse
as
a
demon
fresh
from
the
pit
.
But
he
gave
her
sympathy
,
something
she
had
never
had
from
anyone
and
never
expected
from
him
.
Frequently
he
was
out
of
town
on
those
mysterious
trips
to
New
Orleans
which
he
never
explained
but
which
she
felt
sure
,
in
a
faintly
jealous
way
,
were
connected
with
a
woman
--
or
women
.
But
after
Uncle
Peter
's
refusal
to
drive
her
,
he
remained
in
Atlanta
for
longer
and
longer
intervals
.
While
in
town
,
he
spent
most
of
his
time
gambling
in
the
rooms
above
the
Girl
of
the
Period
Saloon
,
or
in
Belle
Watling
's
bar
hobnobbing
with
the
wealthier
of
the
Yankees
and
Carpetbaggers
in
money-making
schemes
which
made
the
townspeople
detest
him
even
more
than
his
cronies
.
He
did
not
call
at
the
house
now
,
probably
in
deference
to
the
feelings
of
Frank
and
Pitty
who
would
have
been
outraged
at
a
male
caller
while
Scarlett
was
in
a
delicate
condition
.
But
she
met
him
by
accident
almost
every
day
.
