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John
Wilkes
came
down
the
steps
to
offer
his
arm
to
Scarlett
.
As
she
descended
from
the
carriage
,
she
saw
Suellen
smirk
and
knew
that
she
must
have
picked
out
Frank
Kennedy
in
the
crowd
.
If
I
could
n't
catch
a
better
beau
than
that
old
maid
in
britches
!
she
thought
contemptuously
,
as
she
stepped
to
the
ground
and
smiled
her
thanks
to
John
Wilkes
.
Frank
Kennedy
was
hurrying
to
the
carriage
to
assist
Suellen
,
and
Suellen
was
bridling
in
a
way
that
made
Scarlett
want
to
slap
her
.
Frank
Kennedy
might
own
more
land
than
anyone
in
the
County
and
he
might
have
a
very
kind
heart
,
but
these
things
counted
for
nothing
against
the
fact
that
he
was
forty
,
slight
and
nervous
and
had
a
thin
ginger-colored
beard
and
an
old-maidish
,
fussy
way
about
him
.
However
,
remembering
her
plan
,
Scarlett
smothered
her
contempt
and
cast
such
a
flashing
smile
of
greeting
at
him
that
he
stopped
short
,
his
arm
outheld
to
Suellen
and
goggled
at
Scarlett
in
pleased
bewilderment
.
Scarlett
's
eyes
searched
the
crowd
for
Ashley
,
even
while
she
made
pleasant
small
talk
with
John
Wilkes
,
but
he
was
not
on
the
porch
.
There
were
cries
of
greeting
from
a
dozen
voices
and
Stuart
and
Brent
Tarleton
moved
toward
her
.
The
Munroe
girls
rushed
up
to
exclaim
over
her
dress
,
and
she
was
speedily
the
center
of
a
circle
of
voices
that
rose
higher
and
higher
in
efforts
to
be
heard
above
the
din
.
But
where
was
Ashley
?
And
Melanie
and
Charles
?
She
tried
not
to
be
obvious
as
she
looked
about
and
peered
down
the
hall
into
the
laughing
group
inside
.
As
she
chattered
and
laughed
and
cast
quick
glances
into
the
house
and
the
yard
,
her
eyes
fell
on
a
stranger
,
standing
alone
in
the
hall
,
staring
at
her
in
a
cool
impertinent
way
that
brought
her
up
sharply
with
a
mingled
feeling
of
feminine
pleasure
that
she
had
attracted
a
man
and
an
embarrassed
sensation
that
her
dress
was
too
low
in
the
bosom
.
He
looked
quite
old
,
at
least
thirty-five
.
He
was
a
tall
man
and
powerfully
built
.
Scarlett
thought
she
had
never
seen
a
man
with
such
wide
shoulders
,
so
heavy
with
muscles
,
almost
too
heavy
for
gentility
.
When
her
eye
caught
his
,
he
smiled
,
showing
animal-white
teeth
below
a
close-clipped
black
mustache
.
He
was
dark
of
face
,
swarthy
as
a
pirate
,
and
his
eyes
were
as
bold
and
black
as
any
pirate
's
appraising
a
galleon
to
be
scuttled
or
a
maiden
to
be
ravished
.
There
was
a
cool
recklessness
in
his
face
and
a
cynical
humor
in
his
mouth
as
he
smiled
at
her
,
and
Scarlett
caught
her
breath
.
She
felt
that
she
should
be
insulted
by
such
a
look
and
was
annoyed
with
herself
because
she
did
not
feel
insulted
.
She
did
not
know
who
he
could
be
,
but
there
was
undeniably
a
look
of
good
blood
in
his
dark
face
.
It
showed
in
the
thin
hawk
nose
over
the
full
red
lips
,
the
high
forehead
and
the
wide-set
eyes
.
She
dragged
her
eyes
away
from
his
without
smiling
back
,
and
he
turned
as
someone
called
:
"
Rhett
!
Rhett
Butler
!
Come
here
!
I
want
you
to
meet
the
most
hardhearted
girl
in
Georgia
.
"
Rhett
Butler
?
The
name
had
a
familiar
sound
,
somehow
connected
with
something
pleasantly
scandalous
,
but
her
mind
was
on
Ashley
and
she
dismissed
the
thought
.
"
I
must
run
upstairs
and
smooth
my
hair
,
"
she
told
Stuart
and
Brent
,
who
were
trying
to
get
her
cornered
from
the
crowd
.
"
You
boys
wait
for
me
and
do
n't
run
off
with
any
other
girl
or
I
'll
be
furious
.
"
She
could
see
that
Stuart
was
going
to
be
difficult
to
handle
today
if
she
flirted
with
anyone
else
.
He
had
been
drinking
and
wore
the
arrogant
looking-for-a-fight
expression
that
she
knew
from
experience
meant
trouble
.
She
paused
in
the
hall
to
speak
to
friends
and
to
greet
India
who
was
emerging
from
the
back
of
the
house
,
her
hair
untidy
and
tiny
beads
of
perspiration
on
her
forehead
.
Poor
India
!
It
would
be
bad
enough
to
have
pale
hair
and
eyelashes
and
a
jutting
chin
that
meant
a
stubborn
disposition
,
without
being
twenty
years
old
and
an
old
maid
in
the
bargain
.
She
wondered
if
India
resented
very
much
her
taking
Stuart
away
from
her
.
Lots
of
people
said
she
was
still
in
love
with
him
,
but
then
you
could
never
tell
what
a
Wilkes
was
thinking
about
.
If
she
did
resent
it
,
she
never
gave
any
sign
of
it
,
treating
Scarlett
with
the
same
slightly
aloof
,
kindly
courtesy
she
had
always
shown
her
.
Scarlett
spoke
pleasantly
to
her
and
started
up
the
wide
stairs
.
As
she
did
,
a
shy
voice
behind
her
called
her
name
and
,
turning
,
she
saw
Charles
Hamilton
.
He
was
a
nice-looking
boy
with
a
riot
of
soft
brown
curls
on
his
white
forehead
and
eyes
as
deep
brown
,
as
clean
and
as
gentle
as
a
collie
dog
's
.
He
was
well
turned
out
in
mustard-colored
trousers
and
black
coat
and
his
pleated
shirt
was
topped
by
the
widest
and
most
fashionable
of
black
cravats
.
A
faint
blush
was
creeping
over
his
face
as
she
turned
for
he
was
timid
with
girls
.
