What am I doing? Scarlett thought, near
panic
I... What am I doing? Scarlett thought, near
panic
I should never have dashed off this way, Rhett's going to be furious
with me
And I must look awfulIt's bad enough just to show up where I don't
belong; at least I could look prettyI had it all planned so
differentShe had thought about it a thousand times, what it would
be
like when next she saw RhettSometimes she imagined that he'd
come
home to the house late; she'd be in her nightdress, the one with the
drawstring neck-tied loose and she'd be brushing her hair before
bedtimeRhett had always loved her hair, he said it was a live thing;
sometimes in the early days-he'd brush it for her, to see the blue
cracklings of electricityOften she pictured herself at the tea
table, dropping a piece of sugar into a cup with the silver tongs
elegantly held in her fingersShe'd be chatting cozily with Sally
Brewton, and he'd see how much at home she was, how welcomed by
Charleston's most interesting peopleHe'd catch
balenciaga purses up her hand and kiss
it, and the tongs would drop, but it wouldn't matter Or she was
with Miss Eleanor after supper, the two of them in their chairs before
the fire, so comfortable together, so close, but with a place waiting
for himOnly once had she envisioned going to the plantation,
because
she didn't know what the place was like, except that Sherman's men
had
burned itHer daydream began all úrightshe and Miss Eleanor arrived
with hampers of cakes and champagne in a lovely green-painted boat,
resting against piles of silk cushions, holding bright flowered
parasols
"Picnic," they called out, and Rhett laughed and ran to them, his arms
openBut then it fizzled out, in blanknessRhett hated picnics, for
one thingHe said you might as well live in a cave if you were going
to eat sitting on the ground like an animal instead of in a chair at a
table like a civilized human beingCertainly she had never thought of
the possibility that she'd show up like
chanel ice cube handbag this, squashed amid boxes and
barrels of God knows what on a scabby boat that smelled to high
heaven
Now that she was away from the city, she was more worried about
Rhett's
anger than about the prowling YankeeSuppose he just tells the
boatmen to turn right around and take me back? The boatmen dipped
their oars into the green-brown water only to steer; the tide's
invisible, powerful, slow current carried themScarlett looked
impatiently at the banks of the wide riverIt didn't seem to her that
they were moving at allEverything was the same: wide stretches of
tall brown grasses that swayed slowly-oh, so slowly-in the tidal
current, and behind them thick woods draped with motionless gray
curtains of Spanish moss, under them the tangled growth of
overgrown
evergreen shrubs
It was all so silentWhy weren't there any birds singing, for
heaven's sake? And why was it getting so dark already? It began to
rainLong before the oars started a steady pull toward
chanel bags to buy the left bank
she was soaked to the skin and shivering, miserable in body and mind
The bump of the bow against a dock jarred her from her huddled
desolationShe looked up through the blur of rain on her face and
saw
a figure in streaming black oilskins, illuminated by a blazing torch
The face was invisible under a deep hood Rhett
leaned forward, one arm outstretched"Good trip, boys?" Scarlett
pushed against the crates nearest her to standHer legs were too
cramped to hold her, and she fell back, toppling the topmost crate with
a crash"What the hell?" Rhett caught the noosed rope that snaked
to
him from the boatman and dropped the circle over a mooring post
"Toss
up the stern line," he ordered"What's making that racket? Are you
men drunk?"
"No sir, Mister Rhett," the boatmen chorusedIt was the first time
they had spoken since they had left the dock in CharlestonOne of
them gestured toward the two women in the stern of the barge"My
God!" said Rhetto you
louis vuitton speedy bag on sale feel better now?" Rhett's voice was carefully
controlledScarlett nodded dumblyShe was wrapped in a blanket,
wearing a coarse work shirt of Rhett's underneath, and sitting on a
stool near an open fire with her bare feet in a tub of hot water"How
are you doing, Pansy?" Scarlett's maid, on another stool in another
blanket cocoon, grinned and allowed as how she was doing just fine
excepting that she was powerful hungry
When you dry out, we'll eat Scarlett pulled the blanket more closely
around herHe's being too nice, I've seen him like this before, all
smiles and warm as sunshineThen it would turn out that he was
really
mad enough to spit nails all the timeIt's because Pansy's here,
that's why he's putting on this actWhen she's gone, he'll turn on
meMaybe I can say I need her to stay with me-but for what? I'm
already undressed, and I can't put my clothes on again until they dry,
and Lord knows when that will be, with the rain outside and the inside
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