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Like
most
shy
men
he
greatly
admired
airy
,
vivacious
,
always-at-ease
girls
like
Scarlett
.
She
had
never
given
him
more
than
perfunctory
courtesy
before
,
and
so
the
beaming
smile
of
pleasure
with
which
she
greeted
him
and
the
two
hands
outstretched
to
his
almost
took
his
breath
away
.
"
Why
Charles
Hamilton
,
you
handsome
old
thing
,
you
!
I
'll
bet
you
came
all
the
way
down
here
from
Atlanta
just
to
break
my
poor
heart
!
"
Charles
almost
stuttered
with
excitement
,
holding
her
warm
little
hands
in
his
and
looking
into
the
dancing
green
eyes
.
This
was
the
way
girls
talked
to
other
boys
but
never
to
him
.
He
never
knew
why
but
girls
always
treated
him
like
a
younger
brother
and
were
very
kind
,
but
never
bothered
to
tease
him
.
He
had
always
wanted
girls
to
flirt
and
frolic
with
him
as
they
did
with
boys
much
less
handsome
and
less
endowed
with
this
world
's
goods
than
he
.
But
on
the
few
occasions
when
this
had
happened
he
could
never
think
of
anything
to
say
and
he
suffered
agonies
of
embarrassment
at
his
dumbness
.
Then
he
lay
awake
at
night
thinking
of
all
the
charming
gallantries
he
might
have
employed
;
but
he
rarely
got
a
second
chance
,
for
the
girls
left
him
alone
after
a
trial
or
two
.
Even
with
Honey
,
with
whom
he
had
an
unspoken
understanding
of
marriage
when
he
came
into
his
property
next
fall
,
he
was
diffident
and
silent
.
At
times
,
he
had
an
ungallant
feeling
that
Honey
's
coquetries
and
proprietary
airs
were
no
credit
to
him
,
for
she
was
so
boy-crazy
he
imagined
she
would
use
them
on
any
man
who
gave
her
the
opportunity
.
Charles
was
not
excited
over
the
prospect
of
marrying
her
,
for
she
stirred
in
him
none
of
the
emotions
of
wild
romance
that
his
beloved
books
had
assured
him
were
proper
for
a
lover
.
He
had
always
yearned
to
be
loved
by
some
beautiful
,
dashing
creature
full
of
fire
and
mischief
.
And
here
was
Scarlett
O'Hara
teasing
him
about
breaking
her
heart
!
He
tried
to
think
of
something
to
say
and
could
n't
,
and
silently
he
blessed
her
because
she
kept
up
a
steady
chatter
which
relieved
him
of
any
necessity
for
conversation
.
It
was
too
good
to
be
true
.
"
Now
,
you
wait
right
here
till
I
come
back
,
for
I
want
to
eat
barbecue
with
you
.
And
do
n't
you
go
off
philandering
with
those
other
girls
,
because
I
'm
mighty
jealous
,
"
came
the
incredible
words
from
red
lips
with
a
dimple
on
each
side
;
and
briskly
black
lashes
swept
demurely
over
green
eyes
.
"
I
wo
n't
,
"
he
finally
managed
to
breathe
,
never
dreaming
that
she
was
thinking
he
looked
like
a
calf
waiting
for
the
butcher
.
Tapping
him
lightly
on
the
arm
with
her
folded
fan
,
she
turned
to
start
up
the
stairs
and
her
eyes
again
fell
on
the
man
called
Rhett
Butler
who
stood
alone
a
few
feet
away
from
Charles
.
Evidently
he
had
overheard
the
whole
conversation
,
for
he
grinned
up
at
her
as
maliciously
as
a
tomcat
,
and
again
his
eyes
went
over
her
,
in
a
gaze
totally
devoid
of
the
deference
she
was
accustomed
to
.
"
God
's
nightgown
!
"
said
Scarlett
to
herself
in
indignation
,
using
Gerald
's
favorite
oath
.
"
He
looks
as
if
--
as
if
he
knew
what
I
looked
like
without
my
shimmy
,
"
and
,
tossing
her
head
,
she
went
up
the
steps
.
