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"
The
mean
things
!
"
cried
Scarlett
but
she
had
to
smile
.
He
looked
like
the
old
Ashley
she
knew
at
twelve
Oaks
when
he
smiled
like
this
.
And
he
smiled
so
seldom
these
days
.
The
air
was
so
soft
,
the
sun
so
gentle
,
Ashley
's
face
so
gay
,
his
talk
so
unconstrained
that
her
heart
leaped
with
happiness
.
It
swelled
in
her
bosom
until
it
positively
ached
with
pleasure
,
ached
as
with
a
burden
of
joyful
,
hot
,
unshed
tears
.
Suddenly
she
felt
sixteen
again
and
happy
,
a
little
breathless
and
excited
.
She
had
a
mad
impulse
to
snatch
off
her
bonnet
and
toss
it
into
the
air
and
cry
"
Hurray
!
"
Then
she
thought
how
startled
Ashley
would
be
if
she
did
this
,
and
she
suddenly
laughed
,
laughed
until
tears
came
to
her
eyes
.
He
laughed
,
too
,
throwing
back
his
head
as
though
he
enjoyed
laughter
,
thinking
her
mirth
came
from
the
friendly
treachery
of
the
men
who
had
given
Melly
's
secret
away
.
"
Come
in
,
Scarlett
.
I
'm
going
over
the
books
.
"
She
passed
into
the
small
room
,
blazing
with
the
afternoon
sun
,
and
sat
down
in
the
chair
before
the
roll-topped
desk
.
Ashley
,
following
her
,
seated
himself
on
the
corner
of
the
rough
table
,
his
long
legs
dangling
easily
.
"
Oh
,
do
n't
let
's
fool
with
any
books
this
afternoon
,
Ashley
!
I
just
ca
n't
be
bothered
.
When
I
'm
wearing
a
new
bonnet
,
it
seems
like
all
the
figures
I
know
leave
my
head
.
"
"
Figures
are
well
lost
when
the
bonnet
's
as
pretty
as
that
one
,
"
he
said
.
"
Scarlett
,
you
get
prettier
all
the
time
!
"
He
slipped
from
the
table
and
,
laughing
,
took
her
hands
,
spreading
them
wide
so
he
could
see
her
dress
.
"
You
are
so
pretty
!
I
do
n't
believe
you
'll
ever
get
old
!
"
At
his
touch
she
realized
that
,
without
being
conscious
of
it
,
she
had
hoped
that
just
this
thing
would
happen
.
All
this
happy
afternoon
,
she
had
hoped
for
the
warmth
of
his
hands
,
the
tenderness
of
his
eyes
,
a
word
that
would
show
he
cared
.
This
was
the
first
time
they
had
been
utterly
alone
since
the
cold
day
in
the
orchard
at
Tara
,
the
first
time
their
hands
had
met
in
any
but
formal
gestures
,
and
through
the
long
months
she
had
hungered
for
closer
contact
.
But
now
--
