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Something
was
wrong
with
the
world
,
a
somber
,
frightening
wrongness
that
pervaded
everything
like
a
dark
impenetrable
mist
,
stealthily
closing
around
Scarlett
.
This
wrongness
went
even
deeper
than
Bonnie
's
death
,
for
now
the
first
unbearable
anguish
was
fading
into
resigned
acceptance
of
her
loss
.
Yet
this
eerie
sense
of
disaster
to
come
persisted
,
as
though
something
black
and
hooded
stood
just
at
her
shoulder
,
as
though
the
ground
beneath
her
feet
might
turn
to
quicksand
as
she
trod
upon
it
.
She
had
never
before
known
this
type
of
fear
.
All
her
life
her
feet
had
been
firmly
planted
in
common
sense
and
the
only
things
she
had
ever
feared
had
been
the
things
she
could
see
,
injury
,
hunger
,
poverty
,
loss
of
Ashley
's
love
.
Unanalytical
she
was
trying
to
analyze
now
and
with
no
success
.
She
had
lost
her
dearest
child
but
she
could
stand
that
,
somehow
,
as
she
had
stood
other
crushing
losses
.
She
had
her
health
,
she
had
as
much
money
as
she
could
wish
and
she
still
had
Ashley
,
though
she
saw
less
and
less
of
him
these
days
.
Even
the
constraint
which
had
been
between
them
since
the
day
of
Melanie
's
ill-starred
surprise
party
did
not
worry
her
,
for
she
knew
it
would
pass
.
No
,
her
fear
was
not
of
pain
or
hunger
or
loss
of
love
.
Those
fears
had
never
weighed
her
down
as
this
feeling
of
wrongness
was
doing
--
this
blighting
fear
that
was
oddly
like
that
which
she
knew
in
her
old
nightmare
,
a
thick
,
swimming
mist
through
which
she
ran
with
bursting
heart
,
a
lost
child
seeking
a
haven
that
was
hidden
from
her
.
She
remembered
how
Rhett
had
always
been
able
to
laugh
her
out
of
her
fears
.
She
remembered
the
comfort
of
his
broad
brown
chest
and
his
strong
arms
.
And
so
she
turned
to
him
with
eyes
that
really
saw
him
for
the
first
time
in
weeks
.
And
the
change
she
saw
shocked
her
.
This
man
was
not
going
to
laugh
,
nor
was
he
going
to
comfort
her
.
For
some
time
after
Bonnie
's
death
she
had
been
too
angry
with
him
,
too
preoccupied
with
her
own
grief
to
do
more
than
speak
politely
in
front
of
the
servants
.
She
had
been
too
busy
remembering
the
swift
running
patter
of
Bonnie
's
feet
and
her
bubbling
laugh
to
think
that
he
,
too
,
might
be
remembering
and
with
pain
even
greater
than
her
own
.
Throughout
these
weeks
they
had
met
and
spoken
as
courteously
as
strangers
meeting
in
the
impersonal
walls
of
a
hotel
,
sharing
the
same
roof
,
the
same
table
,
but
never
sharing
the
thoughts
of
each
other
.
Now
that
she
was
frightened
and
lonely
,
she
would
have
broken
through
this
barrier
if
she
could
,
but
she
found
that
he
was
holding
her
at
arm
's
length
,
as
though
he
wished
to
have
no
words
with
her
that
went
beneath
the
surface
.
Now
that
her
anger
was
fading
she
wanted
to
tell
him
that
she
held
him
guiltless
of
Bonnie
's
death
.
She
wanted
to
cry
in
his
arms
and
say
that
she
,
too
,
had
been
overly
proud
of
the
child
's
horsemanship
,
overly
indulgent
to
her
wheedlings
.
Now
she
would
willingly
have
humbled
herself
and
admitted
that
she
had
only
hurled
that
accusation
at
him
out
of
her
misery
,
hoping
by
hurting
him
to
alleviate
her
own
hurt
.
But
there
never
seemed
an
opportune
moment
.
He
looked
at
her
out
of
black
blank
eyes
that
made
no
opportunity
for
her
to
speak
.
And
apologies
,
once
postponed
,
became
harder
and
harder
to
make
,
and
finally
impossible
.
She
wondered
why
this
should
be
.
Rhett
was
her
husband
and
between
them
there
was
the
unbreakable
bond
of
two
people
who
have
shared
the
same
bed
,
begotten
and
borne
a
loved
child
and
seen
that
child
,
too
soon
,
laid
away
in
the
dark
.
Only
in
the
arms
of
the
father
of
that
child
could
she
find
comfort
,
in
the
exchange
of
memories
and
grief
that
might
hurt
at
first
but
would
help
to
heal
.
But
,
now
,
as
matters
stood
between
them
,
she
would
as
soon
go
to
the
arms
of
a
complete
stranger
.
He
was
seldom
at
home
.
When
they
did
sit
down
to
supper
together
,
he
was
usually
drunk
.
He
was
not
drinking
as
he
had
formerly
,
becoming
increasingly
more
polished
and
biting
as
the
liquor
took
hold
of
him
,
saying
amusing
,
malicious
things
that
made
her
laugh
in
spite
of
herself
.
Now
he
was
silently
,
morosely
drunk
and
,
as
the
evenings
progressed
,
soddenly
drunk
.
Sometimes
,
in
the
early
hours
of
the
dawn
,
she
heard
him
ride
into
the
back
yard
and
beat
on
the
door
of
the
servants
'
house
so
that
Pork
might
help
him
up
the
back
stairs
and
put
him
to
bed
.
Put
him
to
bed
!
Rhett
who
had
always
drunk
others
under
the
table
without
turning
a
hair
and
then
put
them
to
bed
.
He
was
untidy
now
,
where
once
he
had
been
well
groomed
,
and
it
took
all
Pork
's
scandalized
arguing
even
to
make
him
change
his
linen
before
supper
.
Whisky
was
showing
in
his
face
and
the
hard
line
of
his
long
jaw
was
being
obscured
under
an
unhealthy
bloat
and
puffs
rising
under
his
bloodshot
eyes
.
His
big
body
with
its
hard
swelling
muscles
looked
soft
and
slack
and
his
waist
line
began
to
thicken
.
