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Her
breath
came
more
easily
now
and
she
sat
with
her
hand
pressed
to
her
side
and
looked
up
Peachtree
Street
.
There
,
at
the
top
of
the
hill
,
was
her
own
house
.
It
looked
as
though
every
window
bore
lights
,
lights
defying
the
mist
to
dim
their
brilliance
.
Home
!
It
was
real
!
She
looked
at
the
dim
far-off
bulk
of
the
house
thankfully
,
longingly
,
and
something
like
calm
fell
on
her
spirit
.
Home
!
That
was
where
she
wanted
to
go
.
That
was
where
she
was
running
.
Home
to
Rhett
!
At
this
realization
it
was
as
though
chains
fell
away
from
her
and
with
them
the
fear
which
had
haunted
her
dreams
since
the
night
she
stumbled
to
Tara
to
find
the
world
ended
.
At
the
end
of
the
road
to
Tara
she
had
found
security
gone
,
all
strength
,
all
wisdom
,
all
loving
tenderness
,
all
understanding
gone
--
all
those
things
which
,
embodied
in
Ellen
,
had
been
the
bulwark
of
her
girlhood
.
And
,
though
she
had
won
material
safety
since
that
night
,
in
her
dreams
she
was
still
a
frightened
child
,
searching
for
the
lost
security
of
that
lost
world
.
Now
she
knew
the
haven
she
had
sought
in
dreams
,
the
place
of
warm
safety
which
had
always
been
hidden
from
her
in
the
mist
.
It
was
not
Ashley
--
oh
,
never
Ashley
!
There
was
no
more
warmth
in
him
than
in
a
marsh
light
,
no
more
security
than
in
quicksand
.
It
was
Rhett
--
Rhett
who
had
strong
arms
to
hold
her
,
a
broad
chest
to
pillow
her
tired
head
,
jeering
laughter
to
pull
her
affairs
into
proper
perspective
.
And
complete
understanding
,
because
he
,
like
her
,
saw
truth
as
truth
,
unobstructed
by
impractical
notions
of
honor
,
sacrifice
,
or
high
belief
in
human
nature
.
He
loved
her
!
Why
had
n't
she
realized
that
he
loved
her
,
for
all
his
taunting
remarks
to
the
contrary
?
Melanie
had
seen
it
and
with
her
last
breath
had
said
,
"
Be
kind
to
him
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
she
thought
,
"
Ashley
's
not
the
only
stupidly
blind
person
.
I
should
have
seen
.
"
For
years
she
had
had
her
back
against
the
stone
wall
of
Rhett
's
love
and
had
taken
it
as
much
for
granted
as
she
had
taken
Melanie
's
love
,
flattering
herself
that
she
drew
her
strength
from
herself
alone
.
And
even
as
she
had
realized
earlier
in
the
evening
that
Melanie
bad
been
beside
her
in
her
bitter
campaigns
against
life
,
now
she
knew
that
silent
in
the
background
,
Rhett
had
stood
,
loving
her
,
understanding
her
,
ready
to
help
.
Rhett
at
the
bazaar
,
reading
her
impatience
in
her
eyes
and
leading
her
out
in
the
reel
,
Rhett
helping
her
out
of
the
bondage
of
mourning
,
Rhett
convoying
her
through
the
fire
and
explosions
the
night
Atlanta
fell
,
Rhett
lending
her
the
money
that
gave
her
her
start
,
Rhett
who
comforted
her
when
she
woke
in
the
nights
crying
with
fright
from
her
dreams
--
why
,
no
man
did
such
things
without
loving
a
woman
to
distraction
!
The
trees
dripped
dampness
upon
her
but
she
did
not
feel
it
.
The
mist
swirled
about
her
and
she
paid
it
no
heed
.
For
when
she
thought
of
Rhett
,
with
his
swarthy
face
,
flashing
teeth
and
dark
alert
eyes
,
a
trembling
came
over
her
.
"
I
love
him
,
"
she
thought
and
,
as
always
,
she
accepted
the
truth
with
little
wonder
,
as
a
child
accepting
a
gift
.
"
I
do
n't
know
how
long
I
've
loved
him
but
it
's
true
.
And
if
it
had
n't
been
for
Ashley
,
I
'd
have
realized
it
long
ago
.
I
've
never
been
able
to
see
the
world
at
all
,
because
Ashley
stood
in
the
way
.
"
