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Her
heart
was
suddenly
dull
with
pain
,
with
weariness
,
as
she
thought
of
the
long
road
she
had
come
since
those
days
.
There
rose
up
in
her
mind
the
memory
of
Scarlett
O'Hara
who
loved
beaux
and
pretty
dresses
and
who
intended
,
some
day
,
when
she
had
the
time
,
to
be
a
great
lady
like
Ellen
.
Without
warning
,
tears
started
in
her
eyes
and
rolled
slowly
down
her
cheeks
and
she
stood
looking
at
him
dumbly
,
like
a
hurt
bewildered
child
.
He
said
no
word
but
took
her
gently
in
his
arms
,
pressed
her
head
against
his
shoulder
and
,
leaning
down
,
laid
his
cheek
against
hers
.
She
relaxed
against
him
and
her
arms
went
round
his
body
.
The
comfort
of
his
arms
helped
dry
her
sudden
tears
.
Ah
,
it
was
good
to
be
in
his
arms
,
without
passion
,
without
tenseness
,
to
be
there
as
a
loved
friend
.
Only
Ashley
who
shared
her
memories
and
her
youth
,
who
knew
her
beginnings
and
her
present
could
understand
.
She
heard
the
sound
of
feet
outside
but
paid
little
heed
,
thinking
it
was
the
teamsters
going
home
.
She
stood
for
a
moment
,
listening
to
the
slow
beat
of
Ashley
's
heart
.
Then
suddenly
he
wrenched
himself
from
her
,
confusing
her
by
his
violence
.
She
looked
up
into
his
face
in
surprise
but
he
was
not
looking
at
her
.
He
was
looking
over
her
shoulder
at
the
door
.
She
turned
and
there
stood
India
,
white
faced
,
her
pale
eyes
blazing
,
and
Archie
,
malevolent
as
a
one-eyed
parrot
.
Behind
them
stood
Mrs.
Elsing
.
How
she
got
out
of
the
office
she
never
remembered
.
But
she
went
instantly
,
swiftly
,
by
Ashley
's
order
,
leaving
Ashley
and
Archie
in
grim
converse
in
the
little
room
and
India
and
Mrs.
Elsing
outside
with
their
backs
to
her
.
Shame
and
fear
sped
her
homeward
and
,
in
her
mind
,
Archie
with
his
patriarch
's
beard
assumed
the
proportions
of
an
avenging
angel
straight
from
the
pages
of
the
Old
Testament
.
The
house
was
empty
and
still
in
the
April
sunset
.
All
the
servants
had
gone
to
a
funeral
and
the
children
were
playing
in
Melanie
's
back
yard
.
Melanie
--
Melanie
!
Scarlett
went
cold
at
the
thought
of
her
as
she
climbed
the
stairs
to
her
room
.
Melanie
would
hear
of
this
.
India
had
said
she
would
tell
her
.
Oh
,
India
would
glory
in
telling
her
,
not
caring
if
she
blackened
Ashley
's
name
,
not
caring
if
she
hurt
Melanie
,
if
by
so
doing
she
could
injure
Scarlett
!
And
Mrs.
Elsing
would
talk
too
,
even
though
she
had
really
seen
nothing
,
because
she
was
behind
India
and
Archie
in
the
door
of
the
lumber
office
.
But
she
would
talk
,
just
the
same
.
The
news
would
be
all
over
town
by
supper
time
.
Everyone
,
even
the
negroes
,
would
know
by
tomorrow
's
breakfast
.
At
the
party
tonight
,
women
would
gather
in
corners
and
whisper
discreetly
and
with
malicious
pleasure
.
Scarlett
Butler
tumbled
from
her
high
and
mighty
place
!
And
the
story
would
grow
and
grow
.
There
was
no
way
of
stopping
it
.
It
would
n't
stop
at
the
bare
facts
,
that
Ashley
was
holding
her
in
his
arms
while
she
cried
.
Before
nightfall
people
would
be
saying
she
had
been
taken
in
adultery
.
And
it
had
been
so
innocent
,
so
sweet
!
Scarlett
thought
wildly
:
If
we
had
been
caught
that
Christmas
of
his
furlough
when
I
kissed
him
good-by
--
if
we
had
been
caught
in
the
orchard
at
Tara
when
I
begged
him
to
run
away
with
me
--
oh
,
if
we
'd
been
caught
any
of
the
times
when
we
were
really
guilty
,
it
would
n't
be
so
bad
!
But
now
!
Now
!
When
I
went
to
his
arms
as
a
friend
--
