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The
twins
looked
at
each
other
jubilantly
but
with
some
surprise
.
Although
they
considered
themselves
Scarlett
's
favored
suitors
,
they
had
never
before
gained
tokens
of
this
favor
so
easily
.
Usually
she
made
them
beg
and
plead
,
while
she
put
them
off
,
refusing
to
give
a
Yes
or
No
answer
,
laughing
if
they
sulked
,
growing
cool
if
they
became
angry
.
And
here
she
had
practically
promised
them
the
whole
of
tomorrow
--
seats
by
her
at
the
barbecue
,
all
the
waltzes
(
and
they
'd
see
to
it
that
the
dances
were
all
waltzes
!
)
and
the
supper
intermission
.
This
was
worth
getting
expelled
from
the
university
.
Filled
with
new
enthusiasm
by
their
success
,
they
lingered
on
,
talking
about
the
barbecue
and
the
ball
and
Ashley
Wilkes
and
Melanie
Hamilton
,
interrupting
each
other
,
making
jokes
and
laughing
at
them
,
hinting
broadly
for
invitations
to
supper
.
Some
time
had
passed
before
they
realized
that
Scarlett
was
having
very
little
to
say
.
The
atmosphere
had
somehow
changed
.
Just
how
,
the
twins
did
not
know
,
but
the
fine
glow
had
gone
out
of
the
afternoon
.
Scarlett
seemed
to
be
paying
little
attention
to
what
they
said
,
although
she
made
the
correct
answers
.
Sensing
something
they
could
not
understand
,
baffled
and
annoyed
by
it
,
the
twins
struggled
along
for
a
while
,
and
then
rose
reluctantly
,
looking
at
their
watches
.
The
sun
was
low
across
the
new-plowed
fields
and
the
tall
woods
across
the
river
were
looming
blackly
in
silhouette
.
Chimney
swallows
were
darting
swiftly
across
the
yard
,
and
chickens
,
ducks
and
turkeys
were
waddling
and
strutting
and
straggling
in
from
the
fields
.
Stuart
bellowed
:
"
Jeems
!
"
And
after
an
interval
a
tall
black
boy
of
their
own
age
ran
breathlessly
around
the
house
and
out
toward
the
tethered
horses
.
Jeems
was
their
body
servant
and
,
like
the
dogs
,
accompanied
them
everywhere
.
He
had
been
their
childhood
playmate
and
had
been
given
to
the
twins
for
their
own
on
their
tenth
birthday
.
At
the
sight
of
him
,
the
Tarleton
hounds
rose
up
out
of
the
red
dust
and
stood
waiting
expectantly
for
their
masters
.
The
boys
bowed
,
shook
hands
and
told
Scarlett
they
'd
be
over
at
the
Wilkeses
'
early
in
the
morning
,
waiting
for
her
.
Then
they
were
off
down
the
walk
at
a
rush
,
mounted
their
horses
and
,
followed
by
Jeems
,
went
down
the
avenue
of
cedars
at
a
gallop
,
waving
their
hats
and
yelling
back
to
her
.
When
they
had
rounded
the
curve
of
the
dusty
road
that
hid
them
from
Tara
,
Brent
drew
his
horse
to
a
stop
under
a
clump
of
dogwood
.
Stuart
halted
,
too
,
and
the
darky
boy
pulled
up
a
few
paces
behind
them
.
The
horses
,
feeling
slack
reins
,
stretched
down
their
necks
to
crop
the
tender
spring
grass
,
and
the
patient
hounds
lay
down
again
in
the
soft
red
dust
and
looked
up
longingly
at
the
chimney
swallows
circling
in
the
gathering
dusk
.
Brent
's
wide
ingenuous
face
was
puzzled
and
mildly
indignant
.
"
Look
,
"
he
said
.
"
Do
n't
it
look
to
you
like
she
would
of
asked
us
to
stay
for
supper
?
"
"
I
thought
she
would
,
"
said
Stuart
.
"
I
kept
waiting
for
her
to
do
it
,
but
she
did
n't
.
What
do
you
make
of
it
?
"
"
I
do
n't
make
anything
of
it
.
But
it
just
looks
to
me
like
she
might
of
.
After
all
,
it
's
our
first
day
home
and
she
has
n't
seen
us
in
quite
a
spell
.
And
we
had
lots
more
things
to
tell
her
.
"
"
It
looked
to
me
like
she
was
mighty
glad
to
see
us
when
we
came
.
"
"
I
thought
so
,
too
.
"
