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"
I
have
n't
done
so
bad
,
"
she
thought
,
lifting
her
chin
and
smiling
.
But
she
stopped
in
mid-smile
as
she
saw
the
scandalized
eyes
of
Mrs.
Tarleton
upon
her
.
Her
eyes
were
red-rimmed
from
tears
and
,
after
giving
Scarlett
a
reproving
look
,
she
turned
her
gaze
back
to
Suellen
,
a
fierce
angry
gaze
that
boded
ill
for
her
.
Behind
her
and
her
husband
were
the
four
Tarleton
girls
,
their
red
locks
indecorous
notes
in
the
solemn
occasion
,
their
russet
eyes
still
looking
like
the
eyes
of
vital
young
animals
,
spirited
and
dangerous
.
Feet
were
stilled
,
hats
were
removed
,
hands
folded
and
skirts
rustled
into
quietness
as
Ashley
stepped
forward
with
Carreen
's
worn
Book
of
Devotions
in
his
hand
.
He
stood
for
a
moment
looking
down
,
the
sun
glittering
on
his
golden
head
.
A
deep
silence
fell
on
the
crowd
,
so
deep
that
the
harsh
whisper
of
the
wind
in
the
magnolia
leaves
came
clear
to
their
ears
and
the
far-off
repetitious
note
of
a
mockingbird
sounded
unendurably
loud
and
sad
.
Ashley
began
to
read
the
prayers
and
all
heads
bowed
as
his
resonant
,
beautifully
modulated
voice
rolled
out
the
brief
and
dignified
words
.
"
Oh
!
"
thought
Scarlett
,
her
throat
constricting
.
"
How
beautiful
his
voice
is
!
If
anyone
has
to
do
this
for
Pa
,
I
'm
glad
it
's
Ashley
.
I
'd
rather
have
him
than
a
priest
.
I
'd
rather
have
Pa
buried
by
one
of
his
own
folks
than
a
stranger
.
"
When
Ashley
came
to
the
part
of
the
prayers
concerning
the
souls
in
Purgatory
,
which
Carreen
had
marked
for
him
to
read
,
he
abruptly
closed
the
book
.
Only
Carreen
noticed
the
omission
and
looked
up
puzzled
,
as
he
began
the
Lord
's
Prayer
.
Ashley
knew
that
half
the
people
present
had
never
heard
of
Purgatory
and
those
who
had
would
take
it
as
a
personal
affront
,
if
he
insinuated
,
even
in
prayer
,
that
so
fine
a
man
as
Mr.
O'Hara
had
not
gone
straight
to
Heaven
.
So
,
in
deference
to
public
opinion
,
he
skipped
all
mention
of
Purgatory
.
The
gathering
joined
heartily
in
the
Lord
's
Prayer
but
their
voices
trailed
off
into
embarrassed
silence
when
he
began
the
Hail
Mary
.
They
had
never
heard
that
prayer
and
they
looked
furtively
at
each
other
as
the
O'Hara
girls
,
Melanie
and
the
Tara
servants
gave
the
response
:
"
Pray
for
us
,
now
and
at
the
hour
of
our
death
.
Amen
.
"
Then
Ashley
raised
his
head
and
stood
for
a
moment
,
uncertain
.
The
eyes
of
the
neighbors
were
expectantly
upon
him
as
they
settled
themselves
in
easier
positions
for
a
long
harangue
.
They
were
waiting
for
him
to
go
on
with
the
service
,
for
it
did
not
occur
to
any
of
them
that
he
was
at
the
end
of
the
Catholic
prayers
.
County
funerals
were
always
long
.
The
Baptist
and
Methodist
ministers
who
performed
them
had
no
set
prayers
but
extemporized
as
the
circumstances
demanded
and
seldom
stopped
before
all
mourners
were
in
tears
and
the
bereaved
feminine
relatives
screaming
with
grief
.
The
neighbors
would
have
been
shocked
,
aggrieved
and
indignant
,
had
these
brief
prayers
been
all
the
service
over
the
body
of
their
loved
friend
,
and
no
one
knew
this
better
than
Ashley
.
The
matter
would
be
discussed
at
dinner
tables
for
weeks
and
the
opinion
of
the
County
would
be
that
the
O'Hara
girls
had
not
shown
proper
respect
for
their
father
.
So
he
threw
a
quick
apologetic
glance
at
Carreen
and
,
bowing
his
head
again
,
began
reciting
from
memory
the
Episcopal
burial
service
which
he
had
often
read
over
slaves
buried
at
Twelve
Oaks
.
"
I
am
the
Resurrection
and
the
Life
...
and
whosoever
...
believeth
in
Me
shall
never
die
.
"
