You must not say these things, Scarlett! You mustn’t. You don’t mean them. You’ll hate yourself for saying them, and you’ll hate me for hearing them!
Mrs. Charles Hamilton – one hundred and fifty dollars – in gold.
Right here,” answered Rhett and, picking the child up, drew him to his knee. “You are boy enough for me, son.
Ellen was the audience before which the blustering drama of Gerald O’Hara had been played. Now the curtain had been rung down forever, the footlights dimmed and the audience suddenly vanished, while the stunned old actor remained on his empty stage, waiting for his cues.
Home was five blocks away. She would not wait for the sobbing Peter to harness the buggy, would not wait for Dr. Meade to drive her home. She could not endure the tears of the one, the silent condemnation of the other. She went swiftly down the dark front steps without her coat or bonnet and into the misty night. She rounded the corner and started up the long hill toward Peachtree Street, walking in a still wet world, and even her footsteps were as noiseless as a dream.
I won’t think of it now. I can’t stand it if I do. I’ll think of it tomorrow at Tara. Tomorrow’s another day.
This,” said a voice from the depths of the sofa, “is too much.
They both see the truth of this war, but Ashley is willing to die about it and Rhett isn’t. I think that shows Rhett’s good sense. She paused a moment, horror struck that she could have such a thought about Ashley. They both see the same unpleasant truth, but Rhett likes to look it in the face and enrage people by talking about it-and Ashley can hardly bear to face it.
Tesoro, il mondo perdona, in fin dei conti, tutto, meno il fatto che la gente si occupi dei fatti propri.
Marriage was bad enough, but to be widowed-oh, then life was over forever!
She was constitutionally unable to endure any man being in love with any woman not herself, and the sight of India Wilkes and Stuart at the speaking had been too much for her predatory nature.
Scarlett knew the effort this involved both mentally and physically, for Melanie suffered torments of shyness in the presence of anything male.
Arrogance and callousness for the conquerors, bitter endurance and hatred for the conquered.
You want me to say it? All right, I’ll say it. I love you.” He.
Then above the confused sounds Stuart Tarleton’s voice rose, in an exultant shout, ‘Yee-aay-ee!’ as if he were on the hunting field. And she heard for the first time, without knowing it, the Rebel yell.
Malign fate had broken their necks, perhaps, but never their hearts. They had not whined, they had fought. And when they died, they died spent but unquenched.
There was a look of consternation in them, of incredulity and something more – what was it? Yes, Gerald had looked that way the day his pet hunter had broken his leg and he had had to shoot him. Why did she have to think of that now? Such a silly thought. And why did Ashley look so oddly and say nothing?
Archie’s carrying him to the vacant lot near Belle’s. He’s dead. Shot through the head.
For a woman, love comes after marriage.
Ashley to marry Melanie Hamilton! Oh, it couldn’t be true!