That Scarlett did not know what was in her sisters
heart did notseem odd to him.
She went through the orchard under the bare boughs
and the dampweeds beneath them wet her feet.
It excited her as if she were on the brink of
adiscovery. But the words swooped from her handslike wild birds. I know Miss
Scarlett aint much on poems but I thought thismight interest her.
I know Miss Scarlett aint much on poems but I
thought thismight interest her. The sense of relief atunburdening herself had
disappeared.
He stopped and smiled faintly, shivering a little
as the cold windwent through his thin shirt.
It goes to the heads of cowards as quickly as
ofheroes. Would a coward have climbed on the cannon atGettysburg and rallied the
men? Its a poem, pasted on the back of thisbill. Suellen would be especially grieved
atthis. I avoidedeverything which was not shadowy, people and situations which
weretoo real, too vital.
But that was the kind of statement which meantless
than nothing at all to Scarlett.
Will,everybody knows what a good plantation Tara
is.
On its back was pasted a strip of coarsebrown
wrapping paper, inscribed in pale homemade ink. On its back was pasted a strip of
coarsebrown wrapping paper, inscribed in pale homemade ink.
Who except theCarpetbaggers who are tryin to take
Tara away from you? It wasso convenient to have a man about the house.
She had no very clear idea what he meant but she
clungbreathlessly on his words.
Will didnt look serious, but thenhe never looked
serious. Ive got those diamond earbobs I got off that Yankee.
The soles of her slippers were practically gone and
werereinforced with pieces of carpet. Miss Scarlett, you dont never go to Jonesboro
often and Im gladyou dont. I know Miss Scarlett aint much on poems but I thought
thismight interest her.
He knew his slaveswere free now and the farm gone
to weeds and seedling pines.