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The
sight
of
his
face
,
old
,
haggard
with
remorse
,
added
to
her
load
,
and
the
fact
that
his
mill
lost
money
every
week
was
an
extra
irritant
which
she
could
not
voice
.
His
helplessness
in
the
face
of
the
present
situation
irked
her
.
She
did
not
know
what
he
could
do
to
better
matters
but
she
felt
that
he
should
do
something
.
Rhett
would
have
done
something
.
Rhett
always
did
something
,
even
if
it
was
the
wrong
thing
,
and
she
unwillingly
respected
him
for
it
.
Now
that
her
first
rage
at
Rhett
and
his
insults
had
passed
,
she
began
to
miss
him
and
she
missed
him
more
and
more
as
days
went
by
without
news
of
him
.
Out
of
the
welter
of
rapture
and
anger
and
heartbreak
and
hurt
pride
that
he
had
left
,
depression
emerged
to
sit
upon
her
shoulder
like
a
carrion
crow
.
She
missed
him
,
missed
his
light
flippant
touch
in
anecdotes
that
made
her
shout
with
laughter
,
his
sardonic
grin
that
reduced
troubles
to
their
proper
proportions
,
missed
even
his
jeers
that
stung
her
to
angry
retort
.
Most
of
all
she
missed
having
him
to
tell
things
to
.
Rhett
was
so
satisfactory
in
that
respect
.
She
could
recount
shamelessly
and
with
pride
how
she
had
skinned
people
out
of
their
eyeteeth
and
he
would
applaud
.
And
if
she
even
mentioned
such
things
to
other
people
they
were
shocked
.
She
was
lonely
without
him
and
Bonnie
.
She
missed
the
child
more
than
she
had
thought
possible
.
Remembering
the
last
harsh
words
Rhett
had
hurled
at
her
about
Wade
and
Ella
,
she
tried
to
fill
in
some
of
her
empty
hours
with
them
.
But
it
was
no
use
.
Rhett
's
words
and
the
children
's
reactions
opened
her
eyes
to
a
startling
,
a
galling
truth
.
During
the
babyhood
of
each
child
she
had
been
too
busy
,
too
worried
with
money
matters
,
too
sharp
and
easily
vexed
,
to
win
their
confidence
or
affection
.
And
now
,
it
was
either
too
late
or
she
did
not
have
the
patience
or
the
wisdom
to
penetrate
their
small
secretive
hearts
.
Ella
!
It
annoyed
Scarlett
to
realize
that
Ella
was
a
silly
child
but
she
undoubtedly
was
.
She
could
n't
keep
her
little
mind
on
one
subject
any
longer
than
a
bird
could
stay
on
one
twig
and
even
when
Scarlett
tried
to
tell
her
stories
,
Ella
went
off
at
childish
tangents
,
interrupting
with
questions
about
matters
that
had
nothing
to
do
with
the
story
and
forgetting
what
she
had
asked
long
before
Scarlett
could
get
the
explanation
out
of
her
mouth
.
And
as
for
Wade
--
perhaps
Rhett
was
right
.
Perhaps
he
was
afraid
of
her
.
That
was
odd
and
it
hurt
her
.
Why
should
her
own
boy
,
her
only
boy
,
be
afraid
of
her
?
When
she
tried
to
draw
him
out
in
talk
,
he
looked
at
her
with
Charles
'
soft
brown
eyes
and
squirmed
and
twisted
his
feet
in
embarrassment
.
But
with
Melanie
,
he
bubbled
over
with
talk
and
brought
from
his
pocket
everything
from
fishing
worms
to
old
strings
to
show
her
.
Melanie
had
a
way
with
brats
.
There
was
no
getting
around
it
.
Her
own
little
Beau
was
the
best
behaved
and
most
lovable
child
in
Atlanta
.
Scarlett
got
on
better
with
him
than
she
did
with
her
own
son
because
little
Beau
had
no
self-consciousness
where
grown
people
were
concerned
and
climbed
on
her
knee
,
uninvited
,
whenever
he
saw
her
.
What
a
beautiful
blond
boy
he
was
,
just
like
Ashley
!
Now
if
only
Wade
were
like
Beau
--
Of
course
,
the
reason
Melanie
could
do
so
much
with
him
was
that
she
had
only
one
child
and
she
had
n't
had
to
worry
and
work
as
Scarlett
had
.
At
least
,
Scarlett
tried
to
excuse
herself
that
way
but
honesty
forced
her
to
admit
that
Melanie
loved
children
and
would
have
welcomed
a
dozen
.
And
the
over-brimming
affection
she
had
was
poured
out
on
Wade
and
the
neighbors
'
broods
.
Scarlett
would
never
forget
the
shock
of
the
day
she
drove
by
Melanie
's
house
to
pick
up
Wade
and
heard
,
as
she
came
up
the
front
walk
,
the
sound
of
her
son
's
voice
raised
in
a
very
fair
imitation
of
the
Rebel
Yell
--
Wade
who
was
always
as
still
as
a
mouse
at
home
.
And
manfully
seconding
Wade
's
yell
was
the
shrill
piping
of
Beau
.
When
she
had
walked
into
the
sitting
room
she
had
found
the
two
charging
at
the
sofa
with
wooden
swords
.
They
had
hushed
abashed
as
she
entered
and
Melanie
had
arisen
,
laughing
and
clutching
at
hairpins
and
flying
curls
from
where
she
was
crouching
behind
the
sofa
.
"
It
's
Gettysburg
,
"
she
explained
.
"
And
I
'm
the
Yankees
and
I
've
gotten
the
worst
of
it
.
This
is
General
Lee
,
"
pointing
to
Beau
,
"
and
this
is
General
Pickett
,
"
putting
an
arm
about
Wade
's
shoulder
.
