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Scarlett
sat
on
a
high
rosewood
ottoman
,
under
the
shade
of
a
huge
oak
in
the
rear
of
the
house
,
her
flounces
and
ruffles
billowing
about
her
and
two
inches
of
green
morocco
slippers
--
all
that
a
lady
could
show
and
still
remain
a
lady
--
peeping
from
beneath
them
.
She
had
scarcely
touched
plate
in
her
hands
and
seven
cavaliers
about
her
.
The
barbecue
had
reached
its
peak
and
the
warm
air
was
full
of
laughter
and
talk
,
the
click
of
silver
on
porcelain
and
the
rich
heavy
smells
of
roasting
meats
and
redolent
gravies
.
Occasionally
when
the
slight
breeze
veered
,
puffs
of
smoke
from
the
long
barbecue
pits
floated
over
the
crowd
and
were
greeted
with
squeals
of
mock
dismay
from
the
ladies
and
violent
flappings
of
palmetto
fans
.
Most
of
the
young
ladies
were
seated
with
partners
on
the
long
benches
that
faced
the
tables
,
but
Scarlett
,
realizing
that
a
girl
has
only
two
sides
and
only
one
man
can
sit
on
each
of
these
sides
,
had
elected
to
sit
apart
so
she
could
gather
about
her
as
many
men
as
possible
.
Under
the
arbor
sat
the
married
women
,
their
dark
dresses
decorous
notes
in
the
surrounding
color
and
gaiety
.
Matrons
,
regardless
of
their
ages
,
always
grouped
together
apart
from
the
bright-eyed
girls
,
beaux
and
laughter
,
for
there
were
no
married
belles
in
the
South
.
From
Grandma
Fontaine
,
who
was
belching
frankly
with
the
privilege
of
her
age
,
to
seventeen-year-old
Alice
Munroe
,
struggling
against
the
nausea
of
a
first
pregnancy
,
they
had
their
heads
together
in
the
endless
genealogical
and
obstetrical
discussions
that
made
such
gatherings
very
pleasant
and
instructive
affairs
.
Casting
contemptuous
glances
at
them
,
Scarlett
thought
that
they
looked
like
a
clump
of
fat
crows
.
Married
women
never
had
any
fun
.
It
did
not
occur
to
her
that
if
she
married
Ashley
she
would
automatically
be
relegated
to
arbors
and
front
parlors
with
staid
matrons
in
dull
silks
,
as
staid
and
dull
as
they
and
not
a
part
of
the
fun
and
frolicking
.
Like
most
girls
,
her
imagination
carried
her
just
as
far
as
the
altar
and
no
further
.
Besides
,
she
was
too
unhappy
now
to
pursue
an
abstraction
.
She
dropped
her
eyes
to
her
plate
and
nibbled
daintily
on
a
beaten
biscuit
with
an
elegance
and
an
utter
lack
of
appetite
that
would
have
won
Mammy
's
approval
.
For
all
that
she
had
a
superfluity
of
beaux
,
she
had
never
been
more
miserable
in
her
life
.
In
some
way
that
she
could
not
understand
,
her
plans
of
last
night
had
failed
utterly
so
far
as
Ashley
was
concerned
.
She
had
attracted
other
beaux
by
the
dozens
,
but
not
Ashley
,
and
all
the
fears
of
yesterday
afternoon
were
sweeping
back
upon
her
,
making
her
heart
beat
fast
and
then
slow
,
and
color
flame
and
whiten
in
her
cheeks
.
Ashley
had
made
no
attempt
to
join
the
circle
about
her
,
in
fact
she
had
not
had
a
word
alone
with
him
since
arriving
,
or
even
spoken
to
him
since
their
first
greeting
.
He
had
come
forward
to
welcome
her
when
she
came
into
the
back
garden
,
but
Melanie
had
been
on
his
arm
then
,
Melanie
who
hardly
came
up
to
his
shoulder
.
She
was
a
tiny
,
frailly
built
girl
,
who
gave
the
appearance
of
a
child
masquerading
in
her
mother
's
enormous
hoop
skirts
--
an
illusion
that
was
heightened
by
the
shy
,
almost
frightened
look
in
her
too
large
brown
eyes
.
She
had
a
cloud
of
curly
dark
hair
which
was
so
sternly
repressed
beneath
its
net
that
no
vagrant
tendrils
escaped
,
and
this
dark
mass
,
with
its
long
widow
's
peak
,
accentuated
the
heart
shape
of
her
face
.
Too
wide
across
the
cheek
bones
,
too
pointed
at
the
chin
,
it
was
a
sweet
,
timid
face
but
a
plain
face
,
and
she
had
no
feminine
tricks
of
allure
to
make
observers
forget
its
plainness
.
She
looked
--
and
was
--
as
simple
as
earth
,
as
good
as
bread
,
as
transparent
as
spring
water
.
But
for
all
her
plainness
of
feature
and
smallness
of
stature
,
there
was
a
sedate
dignity
about
her
movements
that
was
oddly
touching
and
far
older
than
her
seventeen
years
.
Her
gray
organdie
dress
,
with
its
cherry-colored
satin
sash
,
disguised
with
its
billows
and
ruffles
how
childishly
undeveloped
her
body
was
,
and
the
yellow
hat
with
long
cherry
streamers
made
her
creamy
skin
glow
.
Her
heavy
earbobs
with
their
long
gold
fringe
hung
down
from
loops
of
tidily
netted
hair
,
swinging
close
to
her
brown
eyes
,
eyes
that
had
the
still
gleam
of
a
forest
pool
in
winter
when
brown
leaves
shine
up
through
quiet
water
.
She
had
smiled
with
timid
liking
when
she
greeted
Scarlett
and
told
her
how
pretty
her
green
dress
was
,
and
Scarlett
had
been
hard
put
to
be
even
civil
in
reply
,
so
violently
did
she
want
to
speak
alone
with
Ashley
.
Since
then
,
Ashley
had
sat
on
a
stool
at
Melanie
's
feet
,
apart
from
the
other
guests
,
and
talked
quietly
with
her
,
smiling
the
slow
drowsy
smile
that
Scarlett
loved
.
What
made
matters
worse
was
that
under
his
smile
a
little
sparkle
had
come
into
Melanie
's
eyes
,
so
that
even
Scarlett
had
to
admit
that
she
looked
almost
pretty
.
As
Melanie
looked
at
Ashley
,
her
plain
face
lit
up
as
with
an
inner
fire
,
for
if
ever
a
loving
heart
showed
itself
upon
a
face
,
it
was
showing
now
on
Melanie
Hamilton
's
.
