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Startled
,
at
first
abashed
,
Charles
blushed
at
the
rebuff
and
then
,
seeing
how
her
eyes
were
fastened
on
his
sister
,
he
smiled
.
Scarlett
was
afraid
someone
might
hear
his
words
.
She
was
naturally
embarrassed
and
shy
,
and
in
agony
lest
they
be
overheard
.
Charles
felt
a
surge
of
masculinity
such
as
he
had
never
experienced
,
for
this
was
the
first
time
in
his
life
that
he
had
ever
embarrassed
any
girl
.
The
thrill
was
intoxicating
.
He
arranged
his
face
in
what
he
fancied
was
an
expression
of
careless
unconcern
and
cautiously
returned
Scarlett
's
pinch
to
show
that
he
was
man
of
the
world
enough
to
understand
and
accept
her
reproof
.
She
did
not
even
feel
his
pinch
,
for
she
could
hear
clearly
the
sweet
voice
that
was
Melanie
's
chief
charm
:
"
I
fear
I
can
not
agree
with
you
about
Mr.
Thackeray
's
works
.
He
is
a
cynic
.
I
fear
he
is
not
the
gentleman
Mr.
Dickens
is
.
"
What
a
silly
thing
to
say
to
a
man
,
thought
Scarlett
,
ready
to
giggle
with
relief
.
Why
,
she
's
no
more
than
a
bluestocking
and
everyone
knows
what
men
think
of
bluestockings
...
.
The
way
to
get
a
man
interested
and
to
hold
his
interest
was
to
talk
about
him
,
and
then
gradually
lead
the
conversation
around
to
yourself
--
and
keep
it
there
.
Scarlett
would
have
felt
some
cause
for
alarm
if
Melanie
had
been
saying
:
"
How
wonderful
you
are
!
"
or
"
How
do
you
ever
think
of
such
things
?
My
little
ole
brain
would
bust
if
I
even
tried
to
think
about
them
!
"
But
here
she
was
,
with
a
man
at
her
feet
,
talking
as
seriously
as
if
she
were
in
church
.
The
prospect
looked
brighter
to
Scarlett
,
so
bright
in
fact
that
she
turned
beaming
eyes
on
Charles
and
smiled
from
pure
joy
.
Enraptured
at
this
evidence
of
her
affection
,
he
grabbed
up
her
fan
and
plied
it
so
enthusiastically
her
hair
began
to
blow
about
untidily
.
"
Ashley
,
you
have
not
favored
us
with
your
opinion
,
"
said
Jim
Tarleton
,
turning
from
the
group
of
shouting
men
,
and
with
an
apology
Ashley
excused
himself
and
rose
.
There
was
no
one
there
so
handsome
,
thought
Scarlett
,
as
she
marked
how
graceful
was
his
negligent
pose
and
how
the
sun
gleamed
on
his
gold
hair
and
mustache
.
Even
the
older
men
stopped
to
listen
to
his
words
.
"
Why
,
gentlemen
,
if
Georgia
fights
,
I
'll
go
with
her
.
Why
else
would
I
have
joined
the
Troop
?
"
he
said
.
His
gray
eyes
opened
wide
and
their
drowsiness
disappeared
in
an
intensity
that
Scarlett
had
never
seen
before
.
"
But
,
like
Father
,
I
hope
the
Yankees
will
let
us
go
in
peace
and
that
there
will
be
no
fighting
--
"
He
held
up
his
hand
with
a
smile
,
as
a
babel
of
voices
from
the
Fontaine
and
Tarleton
boys
began
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
I
know
we
've
been
insulted
and
lied
to
--
but
if
we
'd
been
in
the
Yankees
'
shoes
and
they
were
trying
to
leave
the
Union
,
how
would
we
have
acted
?
Pretty
much
the
same
.
We
would
n't
have
liked
it
.
"
"
There
he
goes
again
,
"
thought
Scarlett
.
"
Always
putting
himself
in
the
other
fellow
's
shoes
.
"
To
her
,
there
was
never
but
one
fair
side
to
an
argument
.
Sometimes
,
there
was
no
understanding
Ashley
.
"
Let
's
do
n't
be
too
hot
headed
and
let
's
do
n't
have
any
war
.
Most
of
the
misery
of
the
world
has
been
caused
by
wars
.
And
when
the
wars
were
over
,
no
one
ever
knew
what
they
were
all
about
.
"
Scarlett
sniffed
.
Lucky
for
Ashley
that
he
had
an
unassailable
reputation
for
courage
,
or
else
there
'd
be
trouble
.
As
she
thought
this
,
the
clamor
of
dissenting
voices
rose
up
about
Ashley
,
indignant
,
fiery
.
Under
the
arbor
,
the
deaf
old
gentleman
from
Fayetteville
punched
India
.
