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How
odd
that
the
touch
of
his
hands
did
not
excite
her
!
Once
his
very
nearness
would
have
set
her
a-tremble
.
Now
she
felt
a
curious
warm
friendliness
and
content
.
No
fever
leaped
from
his
hands
to
hers
and
in
his
hands
her
heart
hushed
to
happy
quietness
.
This
puzzled
her
,
made
her
a
little
disconcerted
.
He
was
still
her
Ashley
,
still
her
bright
,
shining
darling
and
she
loved
him
better
than
life
.
Then
why
--
But
she
pushed
the
thought
from
her
mind
.
It
was
enough
that
she
was
with
him
and
he
was
holding
her
hands
and
smiling
,
completely
friendly
,
without
strain
or
fever
.
It
seemed
miraculous
that
this
could
be
when
she
thought
of
all
the
unsaid
things
that
lay
between
them
.
His
eyes
looked
into
hers
,
clear
and
shining
,
smiling
in
the
old
way
she
loved
,
smiling
as
though
there
had
never
been
anything
between
them
but
happiness
.
There
was
no
barrier
between
his
eyes
and
hers
now
,
no
baffling
remoteness
.
She
laughed
.
"
Oh
,
Ashley
,
I
'm
getting
old
and
decrepit
.
"
"
Ah
,
that
's
very
apparent
!
No
,
Scarlett
,
when
you
are
sixty
,
you
'll
look
the
same
to
me
.
I
'll
always
remember
you
as
you
were
that
day
of
our
last
barbecue
,
sitting
under
an
oak
with
a
dozen
boys
around
you
.
I
can
even
tell
you
just
how
you
were
dressed
,
in
a
white
dress
covered
with
tiny
green
flowers
and
a
white
lace
shawl
about
your
shoulders
.
You
had
on
little
green
slippers
with
black
lacings
and
an
enormous
leghorn
hat
with
long
green
streamers
.
I
know
that
dress
by
heart
because
when
I
was
in
prison
and
things
got
too
bad
,
I
'd
take
out
my
memories
and
thumb
them
over
like
pictures
,
recalling
every
little
detail
--
"
He
stopped
abruptly
and
the
eager
light
faded
from
his
face
.
He
dropped
her
hands
gently
and
she
sat
waiting
,
waiting
for
his
next
words
.
"
We
've
come
a
long
way
,
both
of
us
,
since
that
day
,
have
n't
we
,
Scarlett
?
We
've
traveled
roads
we
never
expected
to
travel
.
You
've
come
swiftly
,
directly
,
and
I
,
slowly
and
reluctantly
.
"
He
sat
down
on
the
table
again
and
looked
at
her
and
a
small
smile
crept
back
into
his
face
.
But
it
was
not
the
smile
that
had
made
her
so
happy
so
short
a
while
before
.
It
was
a
bleak
smile
.
"
Yes
,
you
came
swiftly
,
dragging
me
at
your
chariot
wheels
.
Scarlett
,
sometimes
I
have
an
impersonal
curiosity
as
to
what
would
have
happened
to
me
without
you
.
"
Scarlett
went
quickly
to
defend
him
from
himself
,
more
quickly
because
treacherously
there
rose
to
her
mind
Rhett
's
words
on
this
same
subject
.
