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| She could endure the sight of her own child in aprons made of sacking and the girls in dingy old gingham, could bear it that Will worked harder than any field hand, but not Ashley. He was too fine for all this, too infinitely dear to her. She would rather split logs herself than suffer while he did it. “They say Abe Lincoln got his start splitting rails,” he said as she came up to him serviced apartments in wanchai. “Just think to what heights I may climb!” She frowned. He was always saying light things like this about their hardships. They were deadly serious matters to her and sometimes she was almost irritated at his remarks. Abruptly she told him Will’s news, tersely and in short words, feeling a sense of relief as she spoke. Surely, he’d have something helpful to offer. He said nothing but, seeing her shiver, he took his coat and placed it about her shoulders. “Well,” she said finally, “doesn’t it occur to you that well have to get the money somewhere?” “Yes,” he said, “but where?” “I’m asking you,” she replied, annoyed. The sense of relief at unburdening herself had disappeared. Even if he couldn’t help, why didn’t he say something comforting Crown Wine Cellars, even if it was only: “Oh, I’m so sorry.” He smiled. “In all these months since I’ve been home I’ve only heard of one person, Rhett Butler, who actually has money,” he said. Aunt Pittypat had written Melanie the week before that Rhett was back in Atlanta with a carriage and two fine horses and pocketfuls of greenbacks. She had intimated, however, that he didn’t come by them honestly. Aunt Pitty had a theory, largely shared by Atlanta, that Rhett had managed to get away with the mythical millions of the Confederate treasury. “Don’t let’s talk about him,” said Scarlett shortly. “He’s a skunk if ever there was one. What’s to become of us all?” Ashley put down the axe and looked away and his eyes seemed to be journeying to some far-off country where she could not follow. &ldquo You Find;I wonder,” he said. “I wonder not only what will become of us at Tara but what will become of everybody in the South.” She felt like snapping out abruptly: “To hell with everybody in the South! What about us?” but she remained silent because the tired feeling was back on her more strongly than ever. Ashley wasn’t being any help at all. |
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