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How
he
must
have
loved
harrowing
them
with
descriptions
of
her
activities
with
the
store
,
the
mills
,
the
saloon
.
What
a
devil
he
was
.
Why
did
such
perverse
things
give
him
such
pleasure
?
But
soon
,
even
this
rage
passed
into
apathy
.
So
much
of
the
keen
zest
had
gone
out
of
life
recently
.
If
only
she
could
recapture
the
thrill
and
the
glow
of
Ashley
--
if
only
Rhett
would
come
home
and
make
her
laugh
.
They
were
home
again
,
without
warning
.
The
first
intimation
of
their
return
was
the
sound
of
luggage
being
thumped
on
the
front-hall
floor
and
Bonnie
's
voice
crying
,
"
Mother
!
"
Scarlett
hurried
from
her
room
to
the
top
of
the
stairs
and
saw
her
daughter
stretching
her
short
plump
legs
in
an
effort
to
climb
the
steps
.
A
resigned
striped
kitten
was
clutched
to
her
breast
.
"
Gran
'm
a
gave
him
to
me
,
"
she
cried
excitedly
,
holding
the
kitten
out
by
the
scruff
.
Scarlett
swept
her
up
into
her
arms
and
kissed
her
,
thankful
that
the
child
's
presence
spared
her
her
first
meeting
alone
with
Rhett
.
Looking
over
Bonnie
's
head
,
she
saw
him
in
the
hall
below
,
paying
the
cab
driver
.
He
looked
up
,
saw
her
and
swept
off
his
hat
in
a
wide
gesture
,
bowing
as
he
did
.
When
she
met
his
dark
eyes
,
her
heart
leaped
.
No
matter
what
he
was
,
no
matter
what
he
had
done
,
he
was
home
and
she
was
glad
.
"
Where
's
Mammy
?
"
asked
Bonnie
,
wriggling
in
Scarlett
's
grasp
and
she
reluctantly
set
the
child
on
her
feet
.
It
was
going
to
be
more
difficult
than
she
anticipated
,
greeting
Rhett
with
just
the
proper
degree
of
casualness
and
,
as
for
telling
him
about
the
new
baby
!
She
looked
at
his
face
as
he
came
up
the
steps
,
that
dark
nonchalant
face
,
so
impervious
,
so
blank
.
No
,
she
'd
wait
to
tell
him
.
She
could
n't
tell
him
right
away
.
And
yet
,
such
tidings
as
these
belonged
first
to
a
husband
,
for
a
husband
was
always
happy
to
hear
them
.
But
she
did
not
think
he
would
be
happy
about
it
.
She
stood
on
the
landing
,
leaning
against
the
banisters
and
wondered
if
he
would
kiss
her
.
But
he
did
not
.
He
said
only
:
"
You
are
looking
pale
,
Mrs.
Butler
.
Is
there
a
rouge
shortage
?
"
No
word
of
missing
her
,
even
if
he
did
n't
mean
it
.
And
he
might
have
at
least
kissed
her
in
front
of
Mammy
who
,
after
bobbing
a
curtsy
,
was
leading
Bonnie
away
down
the
hall
to
the
nursery
.
He
stood
beside
her
on
the
landing
,
his
eyes
appraising
her
carelessly
.
