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Yes
,
Melanie
had
been
there
that
day
with
a
sword
in
her
small
hand
,
ready
to
do
battle
for
her
.
And
now
,
as
Scarlett
looked
sadly
back
,
she
realized
that
Melanie
had
always
been
there
beside
her
with
a
sword
in
her
hand
,
unobtrusive
as
her
own
shadow
,
loving
her
,
fighting
for
her
with
blind
passionate
loyalty
,
fighting
Yankees
,
fire
,
hunger
,
poverty
,
public
opinion
and
even
her
beloved
blood
kin
.
Scarlett
felt
her
courage
and
self-confidence
ooze
from
her
as
she
realized
that
the
sword
which
had
flashed
between
her
and
the
world
was
sheathed
forever
.
"
Melly
is
the
only
woman
friend
I
ever
had
,
"
she
thought
forlornly
,
"
the
only
woman
except
Mother
who
really
loved
me
.
She
's
like
Mother
,
too
.
Everyone
who
knew
her
has
clung
to
her
skirts
.
"
Suddenly
it
was
as
if
Ellen
were
lying
behind
that
closed
door
,
leaving
the
world
for
a
second
time
.
Suddenly
she
was
standing
at
Tara
again
with
the
world
about
her
ears
,
desolate
with
the
knowledge
that
she
could
not
face
life
without
the
terrible
strength
of
the
weak
,
the
gentle
,
the
tender
hearted
.
She
stood
in
the
hall
,
irresolute
,
frightened
,
and
the
glaring
light
of
the
fire
in
the
sitting
room
threw
tall
dim
shadows
on
the
walls
about
her
.
The
house
was
utterly
still
and
the
stillness
soaked
into
her
like
a
fine
chill
rain
.
Ashley
!
Where
was
Ashley
?
She
went
toward
the
sitting
room
seeking
him
like
a
cold
animal
seeking
the
fire
but
he
was
not
there
.
She
must
find
him
.
She
had
discovered
Melanie
's
strength
and
her
dependence
on
it
only
to
lose
it
in
the
moment
of
discovery
but
there
was
still
Ashley
left
.
There
was
Ashley
who
was
strong
and
wise
and
comforting
.
In
Ashley
and
his
love
lay
strength
upon
which
to
lay
her
weakness
,
courage
to
bolster
her
fear
,
ease
for
her
sorrow
.
He
must
be
in
his
room
,
she
thought
,
and
tiptoeing
down
the
hall
,
she
knocked
softly
.
There
was
no
answer
,
so
she
pushed
the
door
open
.
Ashley
was
standing
in
front
of
the
dresser
,
looking
at
a
pair
of
Melanie
's
mended
gloves
.
First
he
picked
up
one
and
looked
at
it
,
as
though
he
had
never
seen
it
before
.
Then
he
laid
it
down
gently
,
as
though
it
were
made
of
glass
,
and
picked
up
the
other
one
.
She
said
:
"
Ashley
!
"
in
a
trembling
voice
and
he
turned
slowly
and
looked
at
her
.
The
drowsy
aloofness
had
gone
from
his
gray
eyes
and
they
were
wide
and
unmasked
.
In
them
she
saw
fear
that
matched
her
own
fear
,
helplessness
weaker
than
her
own
,
bewilderment
more
profound
than
she
would
ever
know
.
The
feeling
of
dread
which
had
possessed
her
in
the
hall
deepened
as
she
saw
his
face
.
She
went
toward
him
.
"
I
'm
frightened
,
"
she
said
.
"
Oh
,
Ashley
,
hold
me
.
I
'm
so
frightened
!
"
