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"Rhett, you'll do the ladder-climbing please Scarlett seated herself next to Anne HamptonShe liked being extra nice to the shy young girl because Anne was so much like MelanieIt made Scarlett feel that in some way she was making up for all the unkind thoughts she had had about Melly all the years that Melly was so resolutely loyal to herAlso, Anne was so openly admiring that her company was always a pleasureHer soft voice was almost animated when she complimented Scarlett on her hair"It must be wonderful to have such dark, rich-looking color," she said"It's like the deepest black silkOr like a painting I saw once of a beautiful, sleek black panther Anne's face shone with innocent worship, then blushed for her white chanel j12 watch impertinence in making such a personal remarkScarlett patted her hand kindlyAnne couldn't help it if she was like a soft, timid, brown field mouseLater, when the decorations were done and the tall rooms smelled sweetly resinous from pine branches, Anne excused herself to go usher in the children for carol singingHow Melly would have loved this, thought ScarlettThere was a lump in her throat when she looked at Anne, her arms encIrcling two nervous little girls while they sang a duetMelly was so crazy fond of childrenFor an instant Scarlett felt guilty that she hadn't sent more Christmas presents to Wade and Ella, but then the duet was over and it was time to join in the singing, and she had to concentrate on remembering all the tiffany toggle necklace verses of "The First Noel "What fun that was!" she exclaimed after they left the Home"I do love Christmas time "I do, too," said Eleanor"It's a good breathing spell before the SeasonThough this year won't be as peaceful as usualThe poor Yankee soldiers will be down on our necks, more than likelyTheir colonel can't just let it slide that we all broke curfew with such a bang She giggled like a girl"What fun that was!" "Honestly, Mama!" said Rosemary"How can you call those bluecoated wretches 'poor' Yankees?" "Because they'd much rather be home with their own families for the holidays than here badgering usI think they're embarrassed"You and your cronies have something up your lace-edged sleeves, I'll bet "Only if we're prada bags online driven to it"We figure today's calm was only because their colonel is such a Biblethumper he won't order any action on the SabbathTomorrow will tell the taleIn the old days they used to harass us by going through our baskets to search for contraband when we left the MarketIf they try it again, they'll be dipping their hands into some interesting things underneath the turnip greens and rice"Broken eggs?" Scarlett offered"Itching powder," suggested RhettMiss Eleanor giggled for the third time"And a few more things, besides," she said complacently"We developed a number of interesting tactics back thenThis crop of soldiers wasn't around

She wanted to see the fields anyhowThey were all healed, rich and red the way they'd always beenShe walked quickly across the weedy lawn and past the cow shedShe'd never get over her aversion to cows, not if she lived to be a hundredNasty sharp-horned thingsAt the edge of the first field she leaned on the fence and breathed in the rich ammonia odor of newly turned earth and manureFunny how in the city manure was so smelly and messy, while in the country it was a farmer's perfumeWill sure is a good farmerHe's the best thing that ever happened to TaraNo matter what I might have done, we'd never have made it if he buy chanel purse hadn't stopped on his way home to Florida and decided to stayHe fell in love with this land the way other men fall in love with a womanAnd he's not even Irish! Until Will came along I always thought only a brogue-talking Irishman like Pa could get so worked up about the landOn the far side of the field Scarlett saw Wade helping Will and Big Sam mend a downed piece of fenceGood for him to be learning, she thoughtShe watched the boy and the men working together for several minutesI'd better scoot back to the house, she thoughtI forgot to write that bank draft for SuellenHer signature on the check was characteristic gucci black bag of ScarlettClear and unembellished, with no blots, or wavering lines, like tentative writersIt was businesslike and straightforwardShe looked at it for a moment before she blotted it dry, then she looked at it againScarlett O 'Hara ButlerWhen she wrote personal notes or invitations, Scarlett followed the fashion of the day, adding complicated loops to every capital letter and finishing off with a parabola of swirls beneath her nameShe did it now, on a scrap of brown wrapping paperThen she looked back at the check she'd just writtenIt was dated-she'd had to ask Suellen what day it was, and she was shocked by the black gucci bags answer -October Il, 1873More than three weeks since Melly's deathShe'd been at Tara for twenty-two days, taking care of MammyThe date had other meanings, tooIt was more than six months ago now that Bonnie diedScarlett could leave off the unrelieved dull black of deep mourningShe could accept social invitations, invite people to her houseShe could reenter the worldI want to go back to Atlanta, she thoughtThere's been too much grieving, too much deathShe folded the check for SuellenI miss the store, tooThe account books are most likely in a fearful messAnd Rhett will be coming to Atlanta "to keep gossip down I've got black chanel handbags to be thereThe only sound she could hear was the slow ticking of the clock in the hall beyond the closed doorThe quiet that she'd longed for so much was now, suddenly, driving her crazyShe stood up abruptlyI'll give Suellen her check after dinner, soon as Will goes back to the fieldsThen I'll take the buggy and make a quick visit to the folks at Fairhill and MimosaThey'd never forgive me if I didn't come by to say helloThen tonight I'll pack my things, and tomorrow I'll take the morning trainTara's not home for me any more, no matter how much I love itIt's time for me to goThe road to Fairhill was rutted and weed discount tiffany's necklace gr

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