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"
You
never
see
anything
that
is
n't
written
in
letters
a
foot
high
and
then
shoved
under
your
nose
,
do
you
?
If
they
were
dead
,
their
troubles
would
be
over
,
there
'd
be
no
problems
to
face
,
problems
that
have
no
solutions
.
Moreover
,
their
families
would
be
proud
of
them
through
countless
generations
.
And
I
've
heard
the
dead
are
happy
.
Do
you
suppose
Ashley
Wilkes
is
happy
?
"
"
Why
,
of
course
--
"
she
began
and
then
she
remembered
the
look
in
Ashley
's
eyes
recently
and
stopped
.
"
Is
he
happy
or
Hugh
Elsing
or
Dr.
Meade
?
Any
more
than
my
father
and
your
father
were
happy
?
"
"
Well
,
perhaps
not
as
happy
as
they
might
be
,
because
they
've
all
lost
their
money
.
"
He
laughed
.
"
It
is
n't
losing
their
money
,
my
pet
.
I
tell
you
it
's
losing
their
world
--
the
world
they
were
raised
in
.
They
're
like
fish
out
of
water
or
cats
with
wings
.
They
were
raised
to
be
certain
persons
,
to
do
certain
things
,
to
occupy
certain
niches
.
And
those
persons
and
things
and
niches
disappeared
forever
when
General
Lee
arrived
at
Appomattox
.
Oh
,
Scarlett
,
do
n't
look
so
stupid
!
What
is
there
for
Ashley
Wilkes
to
do
,
now
that
his
home
is
gone
and
his
plantation
taken
up
for
taxes
and
fine
gentlemen
are
going
twenty
for
a
penny
?
Can
he
work
with
his
head
or
his
hands
?
I
'll
bet
you
've
lost
money
hand
over
fist
since
he
took
over
that
mill
.
"
"
I
have
not
!
"
"
How
nice
.
May
I
look
over
your
books
some
Sunday
evening
when
you
are
at
leisure
?
"
"
You
can
go
to
the
devil
and
not
at
your
leisure
.
You
can
go
now
,
for
all
I
care
.
"
