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For
the
first
time
in
her
life
she
had
met
someone
,
something
stronger
than
she
,
someone
she
could
neither
bully
nor
break
,
someone
who
was
bullying
and
breaking
her
.
Somehow
,
her
arms
were
around
his
neck
and
her
lips
trembling
beneath
his
and
they
were
going
up
,
up
into
the
darkness
again
,
a
darkness
that
was
soft
and
swirling
and
all
enveloping
.
When
she
awoke
the
next
morning
,
he
was
gone
and
had
it
not
been
for
the
rumpled
pillow
beside
her
,
she
would
have
thought
the
happenings
of
the
night
before
a
wild
preposterous
dream
.
She
went
crimson
at
the
memory
and
,
pulling
the
bed
covers
up
about
her
neck
,
lay
bathed
in
sunlight
,
trying
to
sort
out
the
jumbled
impressions
in
her
mind
.
Two
things
stood
to
the
fore
.
She
had
lived
for
years
with
Rhett
,
slept
with
him
,
eaten
with
him
,
quarreled
with
him
and
borne
his
child
--
and
yet
,
she
did
not
know
him
.
The
man
who
had
carried
her
up
the
dark
stairs
was
a
stranger
of
whose
existence
she
had
not
dreamed
.
And
now
,
though
she
tried
to
make
herself
hate
him
,
tried
to
be
indignant
,
she
could
not
.
He
had
humbled
her
,
hurt
her
,
used
her
brutally
through
a
wild
mad
night
and
she
had
gloried
in
it
.
Oh
,
she
should
be
ashamed
,
should
shrink
from
the
very
memory
of
the
hot
swirling
darkness
!
A
lady
,
a
real
lady
,
could
never
hold
up
her
head
after
such
a
night
.
But
,
stronger
than
shame
,
was
the
memory
of
rapture
,
of
the
ecstasy
of
surrender
.
For
the
first
time
in
her
life
she
had
felt
alive
,
felt
passion
as
sweeping
and
primitive
as
the
fear
she
had
known
the
night
she
fled
Atlanta
,
as
dizzy
sweet
as
the
cold
hate
when
she
had
shot
the
Yankee
.
Rhett
loved
her
!
At
least
,
he
said
he
loved
her
and
how
could
she
doubt
it
now
?
How
odd
and
bewildering
and
how
incredible
that
he
loved
her
,
this
savage
stranger
with
whom
she
had
lived
in
such
coolness
.
She
was
not
altogether
certain
how
she
felt
about
this
revelation
but
as
an
idea
came
to
her
she
suddenly
laughed
aloud
.
He
loved
her
and
so
she
had
him
at
last
.
She
had
almost
forgotten
her
early
desire
to
entrap
him
into
loving
her
,
so
she
could
hold
the
whip
over
his
insolent
black
head
.
Now
,
it
came
back
and
it
gave
her
great
satisfaction
.
For
one
night
,
he
had
had
her
at
his
mercy
but
now
she
knew
the
weakness
of
his
armor
.
From
now
on
she
had
him
where
she
wanted
him
.
She
had
smarted
under
his
jeers
for
a
long
time
,
but
now
she
had
him
where
she
could
make
him
jump
through
any
hoops
she
cared
to
hold
.
When
she
thought
of
meeting
him
again
,
face
to
face
in
the
sober
light
of
day
,
a
nervous
tingling
embarrassment
that
carried
with
it
an
exciting
pleasure
enveloped
her
.
"
I
'm
nervous
as
a
bride
,
"
she
thought
.
"
And
about
Rhett
!
"
And
,
at
the
idea
she
fell
to
giggling
foolishly
.
But
Rhett
did
not
appear
for
dinner
,
nor
was
he
at
his
place
at
the
supper
table
.
The
night
passed
,
a
long
night
during
which
she
lay
awake
until
dawn
,
her
ears
strained
to
hear
his
key
in
the
latch
.
But
he
did
not
come
.
When
the
second
day
passed
with
no
word
from
him
,
she
was
frantic
with
disappointment
and
fear
.
She
went
by
the
bank
but
he
was
not
there
.
She
went
to
the
store
and
was
very
sharp
with
everyone
,
for
every
time
the
door
opened
to
admit
a
customer
she
looked
up
with
a
flutter
,
hoping
it
was
Rhett
.
She
went
to
the
lumber
yard
and
bullied
Hugh
until
he
hid
himself
behind
a
pile
of
lumber
.
But
Rhett
did
not
seek
her
there
.
