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It
was
a
warm
morning
and
Melanie
sat
on
the
vine-shaded
porch
,
her
mending
basket
piled
high
with
socks
.
Confusion
and
dismay
filled
her
when
she
saw
Rhett
alight
from
his
horse
and
toss
the
reins
over
the
arm
of
the
cast-iron
negro
boy
who
stood
at
the
sidewalk
.
She
had
not
seen
him
alone
since
that
too
dreadful
day
when
Scarlett
had
been
so
ill
and
he
had
been
so
--
well
--
so
drunk
.
Melanie
hated
even
to
think
the
word
.
She
had
spoken
to
him
only
casually
during
Scarlett
's
convalescence
and
,
on
those
occasions
,
she
had
found
it
difficult
to
meet
his
eyes
.
However
,
he
had
been
his
usual
bland
self
at
those
times
,
and
never
by
look
or
word
showed
that
such
a
scene
had
taken
place
between
them
.
Ashley
had
told
her
once
that
men
frequently
did
not
remember
things
said
and
done
in
drink
and
Melanie
prayed
heartily
that
Captain
Butler
's
memory
had
failed
him
on
that
occasion
.
She
felt
she
would
rather
die
than
learn
that
he
remembered
his
outpourings
.
Timidity
and
embarrassment
swept
over
her
and
waves
of
color
mounted
her
cheeks
as
he
came
up
the
walk
.
But
perhaps
he
had
only
come
to
ask
if
Beau
could
spend
the
day
with
Bonnie
.
Surely
he
would
n't
have
the
bad
taste
to
come
and
thank
her
for
what
she
had
done
that
day
!
She
rose
to
meet
him
,
noting
with
surprise
,
as
always
,
how
lightly
he
walked
for
a
big
man
.
"
Scarlett
has
gone
?
"
"
Yes
.
Tara
will
do
her
good
,
"
he
said
smiling
.
"
Sometimes
I
think
she
's
like
the
giant
Antaeus
who
became
stronger
each
time
he
touched
Mother
Earth
.
It
does
n't
do
for
Scarlett
to
stay
away
too
long
from
the
patch
of
red
mud
she
loves
.
The
sight
of
cotton
growing
will
do
her
more
good
than
all
Dr.
Meade
's
tonics
.
"
"
Wo
n't
you
sit
down
?
"
said
Melanie
,
her
hands
fluttering
.
He
was
so
very
large
and
male
,
and
excessively
male
creatures
always
discomposed
her
.
They
seem
to
radiate
a
force
and
vitality
that
made
her
feel
smaller
and
weaker
even
than
she
was
.
He
looked
so
swarthy
and
formidable
and
the
heavy
muscles
in
his
shoulders
swelled
against
his
white
linen
coat
in
a
way
that
frightened
her
.
It
seemed
impossible
that
she
had
seen
all
this
strength
and
insolence
brought
low
.
And
she
had
held
that
black
head
in
her
lap
!
"
Oh
,
dear
!
"
she
thought
in
distress
and
blushed
again
.
"
Miss
Melly
,
"
he
said
gently
,
"
does
my
presence
annoy
you
?
Would
you
rather
I
went
away
?
Pray
be
frank
.
"
"
Oh
!
"
she
thought
.
"
He
does
remember
!
And
he
knows
how
upset
I
am
!
"
She
looked
up
at
him
,
imploringly
,
and
suddenly
her
embarrassment
and
confusion
faded
.
His
eyes
were
so
quiet
,
so
kind
,
so
understanding
that
she
wondered
how
she
could
ever
have
been
silly
enough
to
be
flurried
.
His
face
looked
tired
and
,
she
thought
with
surprise
,
more
than
a
little
sad
.
How
could
she
have
even
thought
he
'd
be
ill
bred
enough
to
bring
up
subjects
both
would
rather
forget
?
