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The fear when Atlanta was under siege,...
The fear when Atlanta was under siege, the
brutality of the soldiers when they stripped Tara of its pitiful store
of food and set fire to the house, the explosion of blood when she shot
the straggler before he could rape her Scarlett felt her heart
pounding with terror all over again, and she almost cried outDamn
them, damn them all for destroying the SouthDamn them most of all
for making her feel helpless and afraidShe hated the feeling, and
she hated them! I won't let it upset me, I won't
I can't let anything bother me now, not when I need to be at my best,
ready for Charleston and RhettI won't look at the Yankee, and I
won't
think about the pastOnly the future counts now
Scarlett ceramic chanel stared resolutely out the window at the hilly countryside, so
similar to the land around AtlantaRed clay roads through stands of
dark pine woods and fields of frostdarkened crop stubble
She'd been travelling for more than a day, and she might as well have
never left homeHurry, she urged the engine, do hurry
"What's Charleston like, Miss Scarlett?" Pansy asked for the
hundredth
time just as the light was beginning to fade outside the window"Very
pretty, you'll like it fine," Scarlett answered for the hundredth
time
"There!" She pointed at the landscape"See that tree with the stuff
hanging off it? That's the Spanish moss I told you about Pansy
pressed her nose to the sooty pane"Oooh," she chanel black wallet whimpered"It
looks
like ghosts movingI'm scared of ghosts, Miss Scarlett
"Don't be a ninny!" But Scarlett shiveredThe long, swaying, gray
wisps of moss were eerie in the gray light, and she didn't like the way
it looked eitherIt meant that they were moving into the low-country,
though, close to the sea and to CharlestonScarlett peered at her
lapel watchThe train was over two hours lateHer
aunts would have waited, she was sureBut even so, she wished she
wouldn't be arriving after dark
There was something so unfriendly about the darkThe cavernous
station in Charleston was poorly litScarlett craned her neck,
searching for her aunts or for a coachman who might be their servant,
looking for montre cartier tank herWhat she saw instead were a half dozen more soldiers
in blue uniform, carrying guns slung over their shoulders"Miss
Scarlett-" Pansy tugged on her sleeve"There's soldiers
everywhere
The young maid's voice was quaveringHer fear forced Scarlett to
appear brave"Just act like they're not here at all, PansyThey
can't hurt you, the War's been over for practically ten years She gestured to the porter who was pushing the cart with her
luggage"Where would I find the carriage that's meeting me?" she
asked haughtilyHe led the way outside, but the only vehicle there
was a ramshackle buggy with a swaybacked horse and a dishevelled
black
driverScarlett's heart sank
Suppose her aunts were out of town? chanel sac They went to Savannah to visit
their father, she knewSuppose her telegram was just sitting on the
front stoop of a dark, empty house? She drew in a long breath
She didn't care what the story was, she had to get away from the
station and the Yankee soldiersI'll break a window to get into the
house if I have toWhy shouldn't I? I'll just pay to get it fixed
the same way I paid to fix the roof for them and everything else
She'd been sending her aunts money to live on ever since they lost all
of theirs during the War"Put my things in that hack," she ordered
the porter, "and tell the driver to get down and help youI'm going
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brutality of the soldiers when they stripped Tara of its pitiful store
of food and set fire to the house, the explosion of blood when she shot
the straggler before he could rape her Scarlett felt her heart
pounding with terror all over again, and she almost cried outDamn
them, damn them all for destroying the SouthDamn them most of all
for making her feel helpless and afraidShe hated the feeling, and
she hated them! I won't let it upset me, I won't
I can't let anything bother me now, not when I need to be at my best,
ready for Charleston and RhettI won't look at the Yankee, and I
won't
think about the pastOnly the future counts now
Scarlett ceramic chanel stared resolutely out the window at the hilly countryside, so
similar to the land around AtlantaRed clay roads through stands of
dark pine woods and fields of frostdarkened crop stubble
She'd been travelling for more than a day, and she might as well have
never left homeHurry, she urged the engine, do hurry
"What's Charleston like, Miss Scarlett?" Pansy asked for the
hundredth
time just as the light was beginning to fade outside the window"Very
pretty, you'll like it fine," Scarlett answered for the hundredth
time
"There!" She pointed at the landscape"See that tree with the stuff
hanging off it? That's the Spanish moss I told you about Pansy
pressed her nose to the sooty pane"Oooh," she chanel black wallet whimpered"It
looks
like ghosts movingI'm scared of ghosts, Miss Scarlett
"Don't be a ninny!" But Scarlett shiveredThe long, swaying, gray
wisps of moss were eerie in the gray light, and she didn't like the way
it looked eitherIt meant that they were moving into the low-country,
though, close to the sea and to CharlestonScarlett peered at her
lapel watchThe train was over two hours lateHer
aunts would have waited, she was sureBut even so, she wished she
wouldn't be arriving after dark
There was something so unfriendly about the darkThe cavernous
station in Charleston was poorly litScarlett craned her neck,
searching for her aunts or for a coachman who might be their servant,
looking for montre cartier tank herWhat she saw instead were a half dozen more soldiers
in blue uniform, carrying guns slung over their shoulders"Miss
Scarlett-" Pansy tugged on her sleeve"There's soldiers
everywhere
The young maid's voice was quaveringHer fear forced Scarlett to
appear brave"Just act like they're not here at all, PansyThey
can't hurt you, the War's been over for practically ten years She gestured to the porter who was pushing the cart with her
luggage"Where would I find the carriage that's meeting me?" she
asked haughtilyHe led the way outside, but the only vehicle there
was a ramshackle buggy with a swaybacked horse and a dishevelled
black
driverScarlett's heart sank
Suppose her aunts were out of town? chanel sac They went to Savannah to visit
their father, she knewSuppose her telegram was just sitting on the
front stoop of a dark, empty house? She drew in a long breath
She didn't care what the story was, she had to get away from the
station and the Yankee soldiersI'll break a window to get into the
house if I have toWhy shouldn't I? I'll just pay to get it fixed
the same way I paid to fix the roof for them and everything else
She'd been sending her aunts money to live on ever since they lost all
of theirs during the War"Put my things in that hack," she ordered
the porter, "and tell the driver to get down and help youI'm going
to the Battery The magic word "Battery" had exactly the effect she
hoped gucci paolo watch for
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