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Today
,
dressed
in
dull
black
silk
over
unfashionably
narrow
hoops
,
she
still
looked
as
though
in
her
habit
,
for
the
dress
was
as
severely
tailored
as
her
riding
costume
and
the
small
black
hat
with
its
long
black
plume
perched
over
one
warm
,
twinkling
,
brown
eye
was
a
replica
of
the
battered
old
hat
she
used
for
hunting
.
She
waved
her
whip
when
she
saw
Gerald
and
drew
her
dancing
pair
of
red
horses
to
a
halt
,
and
the
four
girls
in
the
back
of
the
carriage
leaned
out
and
gave
such
vociferous
cries
of
greeting
that
the
team
pranced
in
alarm
.
To
a
casual
observer
it
would
seem
that
years
had
passed
since
the
Tarletons
had
seen
the
O'Haras
,
instead
of
only
two
days
.
But
they
were
a
sociable
family
and
liked
their
neighbors
,
especially
the
O'Hara
girls
.
That
is
,
they
liked
Suellen
and
Carreen
.
No
girl
in
the
County
,
with
the
possible
exception
of
the
empty-headed
Cathleen
Calvert
,
really
liked
Scarlett
.
In
summers
,
the
County
averaged
a
barbecue
and
ball
nearly
every
week
,
but
to
the
red-haired
Tarletons
with
their
enormous
capacity
for
enjoying
themselves
,
each
barbecue
and
each
ball
was
as
exciting
as
if
it
were
the
first
they
had
ever
attended
.
They
were
a
pretty
,
buxom
quartette
,
so
crammed
into
the
carriage
that
their
hoops
and
flounces
overlapped
and
their
parasols
nudged
and
bumped
together
above
their
wide
leghorn
sun
hats
,
crowned
with
roses
and
dangling
with
black
velvet
chin
ribbons
.
All
shades
of
red
hair
were
represented
beneath
these
hats
,
Hetty
's
plain
red
hair
,
Camilla
's
strawberry
blonde
,
Randa
's
coppery
auburn
and
small
Betsy
's
carrot
top
.
"
That
's
a
fine
bevy
,
Ma
'm
,
"
said
Gerald
gallantly
,
reining
his
horse
alongside
the
carriage
.
"
But
it
's
far
they
'll
go
to
beat
their
mother
.
"
Mrs.
Tarleton
rolled
her
red-brown
eyes
and
sucked
in
her
lower
lip
in
burlesqued
appreciation
,
and
the
girls
cried
,
"
Ma
,
stop
making
eyes
or
we
'll
tell
Pa
!
"
"
I
vow
,
Mr.
O'Hara
,
she
never
gives
us
a
chance
when
there
's
a
handsome
man
like
you
around
!
"
Scarlett
laughed
with
the
rest
at
these
sallies
but
,
as
always
,
the
freedom
with
which
the
Tarletons
treated
their
mother
came
as
a
shock
.
They
acted
as
if
she
were
one
of
themselves
and
not
a
day
over
sixteen
.
To
Scarlett
,
the
very
idea
of
saying
such
things
to
her
own
mother
was
almost
sacrilegious
.
And
yet
--
and
yet
--
there
was
something
very
pleasant
about
the
Tarleton
girls
'
relations
with
their
mother
,
and
they
adored
her
for
all
that
they
criticized
and
scolded
and
teased
her
.
Not
,
Scarlett
loyally
hastened
to
tell
herself
,
that
she
would
prefer
a
mother
like
Mrs.
Tarleton
to
Ellen
,
but
still
it
would
be
fun
to
romp
with
a
mother
.
She
knew
that
even
that
thought
was
disrespectful
to
Ellen
and
felt
ashamed
of
it
.
She
knew
no
such
troublesome
thoughts
ever
disturbed
the
brains
under
the
four
flaming
thatches
in
the
carriage
and
,
as
always
when
she
felt
herself
different
from
her
neighbors
,
an
irritated
confusion
fell
upon
her
.
Quick
though
her
brain
was
,
it
was
not
made
for
analysis
,
but
she
half-consciously
realized
that
,
for
all
the
Tarleton
girls
were
as
unruly
as
colts
and
wild
as
March
hares
,
there
was
an
unworried
single-mindedness
about
them
that
was
part
of
their
inheritance
.
On
both
their
mother
's
and
their
father
's
side
they
were
Georgians
,
north
Georgians
,
only
a
generation
away
from
pioneers
.
They
were
sure
of
themselves
and
of
their
environment
.
They
knew
instinctively
what
they
were
about
,
as
did
the
Wilkeses
,
though
in
widely
divergent
ways
,
and
in
them
there
was
no
such
conflict
as
frequently
raged
in
Scarlett
's
bosom
where
the
blood
of
a
soft-voiced
,
overbred
Coast
aristocrat
mingled
with
the
shrewd
,
earthy
blood
of
an
Irish
peasant
.
Scarlett
wanted
to
respect
and
adore
her
mother
like
an
idol
and
to
rumple
her
hair
and
tease
her
too
.
And
she
knew
she
should
be
altogether
one
way
or
the
other
.
It
was
the
same
conflicting
emotion
that
made
her
desire
to
appear
a
delicate
and
high-bred
lady
with
boys
and
to
be
,
as
well
,
a
hoyden
who
was
not
above
a
few
kisses
.
"
Where
's
Ellen
this
morning
?
"
asked
Mrs.
Tarleton
.
"
She
's
after
discharging
our
overseer
and
stayed
home
to
go
over
the
accounts
with
him
.
Where
's
himself
and
the
lads
?
"
