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She
did
not
understand
Rhett
,
nor
did
she
trouble
to
understand
him
,
though
there
were
things
about
him
which
occasionally
puzzled
her
.
There
was
the
way
he
looked
at
her
sometimes
,
when
he
thought
she
was
unaware
.
Turning
quickly
she
frequently
caught
him
watching
her
,
an
alert
,
eager
,
waiting
look
in
his
eyes
.
"
Why
do
you
look
at
me
like
that
?
"
she
once
asked
irritably
.
"
Like
a
cat
at
a
mouse
hole
!
"
But
his
face
had
changed
swiftly
and
he
only
laughed
.
Soon
she
forgot
it
and
did
not
puzzle
her
head
about
it
any
more
,
or
about
anything
concerning
Rhett
.
He
was
too
unpredictable
to
bother
about
and
life
was
very
pleasant
--
except
when
she
thought
of
Ashley
.
Rhett
kept
her
too
busy
to
think
of
Ashley
often
.
Ashley
was
hardly
ever
in
her
thoughts
during
the
day
but
at
night
when
she
was
tired
from
dancing
or
her
head
was
spinning
from
too
much
champagne
--
then
she
thought
of
Ashley
.
Frequently
when
she
lay
drowsily
in
Rhett
's
arms
with
the
moonlight
streaming
over
the
bed
,
she
thought
how
perfect
life
would
be
if
it
were
only
Ashley
's
arms
which
held
her
so
closely
,
if
it
were
only
Ashley
who
drew
her
black
hair
across
his
face
and
wrapped
it
about
his
throat
.
Once
when
she
was
thinking
this
,
she
sighed
and
turned
her
head
toward
the
window
,
and
after
a
moment
she
felt
the
heavy
arm
beneath
her
neck
become
like
iron
,
and
Rhett
's
voice
spoke
in
the
stillness
:
"
May
God
damn
your
cheating
little
soul
to
hell
for
all
eternity
!
"
And
,
getting
up
,
he
put
on
his
clothes
and
left
the
room
despite
her
startled
protests
and
questions
.
He
reappeared
the
next
morning
as
she
was
breakfasting
in
her
room
,
disheveled
,
quite
drunk
and
in
his
worst
sarcastic
mood
,
and
neither
made
excuses
nor
gave
an
account
of
his
absence
.
Scarlett
asked
no
questions
and
was
quite
cool
to
him
,
as
became
an
injured
wife
,
and
when
she
had
finished
the
meal
,
she
dressed
under
his
bloodshot
gaze
and
went
shopping
.
He
was
gone
when
she
returned
and
did
not
appear
again
until
time
for
supper
.
It
was
a
silent
meal
and
Scarlett
's
temper
was
straining
because
it
was
her
last
supper
in
New
Orleans
and
she
wanted
to
do
justice
to
the
crawfish
.
And
she
could
not
enjoy
it
under
his
gaze
.
Nevertheless
she
ate
a
large
one
,
and
drank
a
quantity
of
champagne
.
Perhaps
it
was
this
combination
that
brought
back
her
old
nightmare
that
evening
,
for
she
awoke
,
cold
with
sweat
,
sobbing
brokenly
.
She
was
back
at
Tara
again
and
Tara
was
desolate
.
Mother
was
dead
and
with
her
all
the
strength
and
wisdom
of
the
world
.
Nowhere
in
the
world
was
there
anyone
to
turn
to
,
anyone
to
rely
upon
.
And
something
terrifying
was
pursuing
her
and
she
was
running
,
running
till
her
heart
was
bursting
,
running
in
a
thick
swimming
fog
,
crying
out
,
blindly
seeking
that
nameless
,
unknown
haven
of
safety
that
was
somewhere
in
the
mist
about
her
.
