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It
did
not
come
back
to
him
readily
and
he
spoke
slowly
,
occasionally
falling
silent
for
a
space
as
he
waited
for
phrases
to
rise
from
his
memory
.
But
this
measured
delivery
made
his
words
more
impressive
,
and
mourners
who
had
been
dry-eyed
before
began
now
to
reach
for
handkerchiefs
.
Sturdy
Baptists
and
Methodists
all
,
they
thought
it
the
Catholic
ceremony
and
immediately
rearranged
their
first
opinion
that
the
Catholic
services
were
cold
and
Popish
.
Scarlett
and
Suellen
were
equally
ignorant
and
thought
the
words
comforting
and
beautiful
.
Only
Melanie
and
Carreen
realized
that
a
devoutly
Catholic
Irishman
was
being
laid
to
rest
by
the
Church
of
England
's
service
.
And
Carreen
was
too
stunned
by
grief
and
her
hurt
at
Ashley
's
treachery
to
interfere
.
When
he
had
finished
,
Ashley
opened
wide
his
sad
gray
eyes
and
looked
about
the
crowd
.
After
a
pause
,
his
eyes
caught
those
of
Will
and
he
said
:
"
Is
there
anyone
present
who
would
like
to
say
a
word
?
"
Mrs.
Tarleton
twitched
nervously
but
before
she
could
act
,
Will
stumped
forward
and
standing
at
the
head
of
the
coffin
began
to
speak
.
"
Friends
,
"
he
began
in
his
flat
voice
,
"
maybe
you
think
I
'm
gettin
'
above
myself
,
speakin
'
first
--
me
who
never
knew
Mr.
O'Hara
till
'
bout
a
year
ago
when
you
all
have
known
him
twenty
years
or
more
.
But
this
here
is
my
excuse
.
If
he
'd
lived
a
month
or
so
longer
,
I
'd
have
had
the
right
to
call
him
Pa.
"
A
startled
ripple
went
over
the
crowd
.
They
were
too
well
bred
to
whisper
but
they
shifted
on
their
feet
and
stared
at
Carreen
's
bowed
head
.
Everyone
knew
his
dumb
devotion
to
her
.
Seeing
the
direction
in
which
all
eyes
were
cast
,
Will
went
on
as
if
he
had
taken
no
note
.
"
So
bein
'
as
how
I
'm
to
marry
Miss
Suellen
as
soon
as
the
priest
comes
down
from
Atlanta
,
I
thought
maybe
that
gives
me
the
right
to
speak
first
.
"
The
last
part
of
his
speech
was
lost
in
a
faint
sibilant
buzz
that
went
through
the
gathering
,
an
angry
beelike
buzz
.
There
were
indignation
and
disappointment
in
the
sound
.
Everyone
liked
Will
,
everyone
respected
him
for
what
he
had
done
for
Tara
.
Everyone
knew
his
affections
lay
with
Carreen
,
so
the
news
that
he
was
to
marry
the
neighborhood
pariah
instead
sat
ill
upon
them
.
Good
old
Will
marrying
that
nasty
,
sneaking
little
Suellen
O'Hara
!
For
a
moment
the
air
was
tense
.
Mrs.
Tarleton
's
eyes
began
to
snap
and
her
lips
to
shape
soundless
words
.
In
the
silence
,
old
man
McRae
's
high
voice
could
be
heard
imploring
his
grandson
to
tell
him
what
had
been
said
.
Will
faced
them
all
,
still
mild
of
face
,
but
there
was
something
in
his
pale
blue
eyes
which
dared
them
to
say
one
word
about
his
future
wife
.
For
a
moment
the
balance
hung
between
the
honest
affection
everyone
had
for
Will
and
their
contempt
for
Suellen
.
And
Will
won
.
He
continued
as
if
his
pause
had
been
a
natural
one
.
