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He
did
come
home
early
thereafter
,
arriving
long
before
time
for
Bonnie
to
be
put
to
bed
.
He
sat
beside
her
,
holding
her
hand
until
sleep
loosened
her
grasp
.
Only
then
did
he
tiptoe
downstairs
,
leaving
the
lamp
burning
brightly
and
the
door
ajar
so
he
might
hear
her
should
she
awake
and
become
frightened
.
Never
again
did
he
intend
her
to
have
a
recurrence
of
fear
of
the
dark
.
The
whole
household
was
acutely
conscious
of
the
burning
light
,
Scarlett
,
Mammy
,
Prissy
and
Pork
,
frequently
tiptoeing
upstairs
to
make
sure
that
it
still
burned
.
He
came
home
sober
too
,
but
that
was
none
of
Scarlett
's
doing
.
For
months
he
had
been
drinking
heavily
,
though
he
was
never
actually
drunk
,
and
one
evening
the
smell
of
whisky
was
especially
strong
upon
his
breath
.
He
picked
up
Bonnie
,
swung
her
to
his
shoulder
and
asked
her
:
"
Have
you
a
kiss
for
your
sweetheart
?
"
She
wrinkled
her
small
upturned
nose
and
wriggled
to
get
down
from
his
arms
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
frankly
.
"
Nasty
.
"
"
I
'm
what
?
"
"
Smell
nasty
.
Uncle
Ashley
do
n't
smell
nasty
.
"
"
Well
,
I
'll
be
damned
,
"
he
said
ruefully
,
putting
her
on
the
floor
.
"
I
never
expected
to
find
a
temperance
advocate
in
my
own
home
,
of
all
places
!
"
But
,
thereafter
,
he
limited
his
drinking
to
a
glass
of
wine
after
supper
.
Bonnie
,
who
was
always
permitted
to
have
the
last
drops
in
the
glass
,
did
not
think
the
smell
of
wine
nasty
at
all
.
As
the
result
,
the
puffiness
which
had
begun
to
obscure
the
hard
lines
of
his
cheeks
slowly
disappeared
and
the
circles
beneath
his
black
eyes
were
not
so
dark
or
so
harshly
cut
.
Because
Bonnie
liked
to
ride
on
the
front
of
his
saddle
,
he
stayed
out
of
doors
more
and
the
sunburn
began
to
creep
across
his
dark
face
,
making
him
swarthier
than
ever
.
He
looked
healthier
and
laughed
more
and
was
again
like
the
dashing
young
blockader
who
had
excited
Atlanta
early
in
the
war
People
who
had
never
liked
him
came
to
smile
as
he
went
by
with
the
small
figure
perched
before
him
on
his
saddle
.
Women
who
had
heretofore
believed
that
no
woman
was
safe
with
him
,
began
to
stop
and
talk
with
him
on
the
streets
,
to
admire
Bonnie
.
Even
the
strictest
old
ladies
felt
that
a
man
who
could
discuss
the
ailments
and
problems
of
childhood
as
well
as
he
did
could
not
be
altogether
bad
.
