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From: | Susanna Bullock |
Subject: | [Free-dev] soft-spoken |
Date: | Fri, 15 Sep 2006 18:10:29 +0500 |
Whiting in a distressed whisper which showed how
much shehated to speak of such things. Miss Pitty, she saydey is Inlish but kain
nobody unnerstan a wud dey says. Finally the business section fell behind andthe
residences came into view.
Yes,and temporarily even better than Tara, dear
though Tara was. Let the older towns call Atlanta anything they
pleased.
It was almost the last house on the north side of
town.
The town she was now seeing was like a babygrown
overnight into a busy, sprawling giant.
But she was a widow and she hadto watch her
behavior. Living with Charles blood kin, seeing the home from which hecame. Besides,
he would tug at theribbons of her bonnet and, no doubt, rumple her dress. Yes,and
temporarily even better than Tara, dear though Tara was.
Tosave her life, she couldnt make up her mind about
anything, soPeter makes it up for her.
Charles words were confirmed as Peter climbed onto
the box andtook the whip. Scarlett felt that Aunt Eulalie apologized for her behind
herback. Merriwether wastalking about but feeling a glow of warmth at being welcomed
andwanted.
And every day the trains just below Five Points
disgorgedmore sick and more wounded. Every foot of ground, every tree and brook,
every laneand bridle path reminded her of him.
And thenits generally to some desperate old widower
with a largeplantation and a dozen children.
Scarlett,accustomed to wide vistas of rolling red
hills, felt that she wasin prison. She felt better now thanshe had felt in
months.
Yasmtis powful smoky an de soot jes ruinin Miss
Pittys silkcuttins. Now, the sight of so many buildings and people completed
Prissysdemoralization. This aroused her temper, for she cared no more about
familythan her father.
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