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"
I
'll
scream
out
loud
if
you
come
near
me
.
I
will
!
I
will
--
at
the
top
of
my
voice
!
Get
away
from
me
!
Do
n't
you
dare
touch
me
!
"
So
Charles
Hamilton
spent
his
wedding
night
in
an
armchair
in
the
corner
,
not
too
unhappily
,
for
he
understood
,
or
thought
he
understood
,
the
modesty
and
delicacy
of
his
bride
.
He
was
willing
to
wait
until
her
fears
subsided
,
only
--
only
--
He
sighed
as
he
twisted
about
seeking
a
comfortable
position
,
for
he
was
going
away
to
the
war
so
very
soon
.
Nightmarish
as
her
own
wedding
had
been
,
Ashley
's
wedding
was
even
worse
.
Scarlett
stood
in
her
apple-green
"
second-day
"
dress
in
the
parlor
of
Twelve
Oaks
amid
the
blaze
of
hundreds
of
candles
,
jostled
by
the
same
throng
as
the
night
before
,
and
saw
the
plain
little
face
of
Melanie
Hamilton
glow
into
beauty
as
she
became
Melanie
Wilkes
.
Now
,
Ashley
was
gone
forever
.
Her
Ashley
.
No
,
not
her
Ashley
now
.
Had
he
ever
been
hers
?
It
was
all
so
mixed
up
in
her
mind
and
her
mind
was
so
tired
,
so
bewildered
.
He
had
said
he
loved
her
,
but
what
was
it
that
had
separated
them
?
If
she
could
only
remember
.
She
had
stilled
the
County
's
gossiping
tongue
by
marrying
Charles
,
but
what
did
that
matter
now
?
It
had
seemed
so
important
once
,
but
now
it
did
n't
seem
important
at
all
.
All
that
mattered
was
Ashley
.
Now
he
was
gone
and
she
was
married
to
a
man
she
not
only
did
not
love
but
for
whom
she
had
an
active
contempt
.
Oh
,
how
she
regretted
it
all
.
She
had
often
heard
of
people
cutting
off
their
noses
to
spite
their
faces
but
heretofore
it
had
been
only
a
figure
of
speech
.
Now
she
knew
just
what
it
meant
.
And
mingled
with
her
frenzied
desire
to
be
free
of
Charles
and
safely
back
at
Tara
,
an
unmarried
girl
again
,
ran
the
knowledge
that
she
had
only
herself
to
blame
.
Ellen
had
tried
to
stop
her
and
she
would
not
listen
.
So
she
danced
through
the
night
of
Ashley
's
wedding
in
a
daze
and
said
things
mechanically
and
smiled
and
irrelevantly
wondered
at
the
stupidity
of
people
who
thought
her
a
happy
bride
and
could
not
see
that
her
heart
was
broken
.
Well
,
thank
God
,
they
could
n't
see
!
That
night
after
Mammy
had
helped
her
undress
and
had
departed
and
Charles
had
emerged
shyly
from
the
dressing
room
,
wondering
if
he
was
to
spend
a
second
night
in
the
horsehair
chair
,
she
burst
into
tears
.
She
cried
until
Charles
climbed
into
bed
beside
her
and
tried
to
comfort
her
,
cried
without
words
until
no
more
tears
would
come
and
at
last
she
lay
sobbing
quietly
on
his
shoulder
.
If
there
had
not
been
a
war
,
there
would
have
been
a
week
of
visiting
about
the
County
,
with
balls
and
barbecues
in
honor
of
the
two
newly
married
couples
before
they
set
off
to
Saratoga
or
White
Sulphur
for
wedding
trips
.
If
there
had
not
been
a
war
,
Scarlett
would
have
had
third-day
and
fourth-day
and
fifth-day
dresses
to
wear
to
the
Fontaine
and
Calvert
and
Tarleton
parties
in
her
honor
.
But
there
were
no
parties
now
and
no
wedding
trips
.
A
week
after
the
wedding
Charles
left
to
join
Colonel
Wade
Hampton
,
and
two
weeks
later
Ashley
and
the
Troop
departed
,
leaving
the
whole
County
bereft
.
In
those
two
weeks
,
Scarlett
never
saw
Ashley
alone
,
never
had
a
private
word
with
him
.
Not
even
at
the
terrible
moment
of
parting
,
when
he
stopped
by
Tara
on
his
way
to
the
train
,
did
she
have
a
private
talk
.
Melanie
,
bonneted
and
shawled
,
sedate
in
newly
acquired
matronly
dignity
,
hung
on
his
arm
and
the
entire
personnel
of
Tara
,
black
and
white
,
turned
out
to
see
Ashley
off
to
the
war
.
Melanie
said
:
"
You
must
kiss
Scarlett
,
Ashley
.
She
's
my
sister
now
,
"
and
Ashley
bent
and
touched
her
cheek
with
cold
lips
,
his
face
drawn
and
taut
.
Scarlett
could
hardly
take
any
joy
from
that
kiss
,
so
sullen
was
her
heart
at
Melly
's
prompting
it
.
Melanie
smothered
her
with
an
embrace
at
parting
.
