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n at her radiantly； his whole clean simple heart in his eyes。 She had never had anyone look at her thus before and would never have it from any other man； but in her queer detachment she only thought that he looked like a calf。
“I’ll go now and find your father；” he said； smiling all over his face。 “I can’t wait。 Will you excuse me—dear？” The endearment came hard but having said it once； he repeated it again with pleasure。
“Yes；” she said。 “I’ll wait here。 It’s so cool and nice here。”
He went off across the lawn and disappeared around the house； and she was alone under the rustling oak。 From the stables； men were streaming out on horseback； negro servants riding hard behind their masters。 The Munroe boys tore past waving their hats； and the Fontaines and Calverts went down the road yelling。 The four Tarletons charged across the lawn by her and Brent shouted： “Mother’s going to give us the horses！ Yee…aay…ee！” Turf flew and they were gone； leaving her alone again。
The white house reared its tall columns before her； seeming to withdraw with dignified aloofness from her。 It would never be her house now。 Ashley would never carry her over the threshold as his bride。 Oh； Ashley； Ashley！ What have I done？ Deep in her； under layers of hurt pride and cold practicality； something stirred hurtingly。 An adult emotion was being born； stronger than her vanity or her willful selfishness。 She loved Ashley and she knew she loved him and she had never cared so much as in that instant when she saw Charles disappearing around the curved graveled walk。
CHAPTER VII
WITHIN TWO WEEKS Scarlett had become a wife； and within two months more she was a widow。 She was soon released from the bonds she had assumed with so much haste and so little thought； but she was never again to know the careless freedom of her unmarried days。 Widowhood had crowded closely on the heels of marriage but； to her dismay； motherhood soon followed。
In after years when she thought of those last days of April； 1861； Scarlett could never quite remember details。 Time and events were telescoped； jumbled together like a nightmare that had no reality or reason。 Till the day she died there would be blank spots in her memories of those days。 Especially vague were her recollections of the time between her acceptance of Charles and her wedding。 Two weeks！ So short an engagement would have been impossible in times of peace。 Then there would have been a decorous interval of a year or at least six months。 But the South was aflame with war； events roared along as swiftly as if carried by a mighty wind and the slow tempo of the old days was gone。 Ellen had wrung her hands and counseled delay； in order that Scarlett might think the matter over at greater length。 But to her pleadings； Scarlett turned a sullen face and a deaf ear。 Marry she would！ and quickly too。 Within two weeks。
Learning that Ashley’s wedding had been moved up from the autumn to the first of May； so he could leave with the Troop as soon as it was called into service； Scarlett set the date of her wedding for the day before his。 Ellen protested but Charles pleaded with new…found eloquence； for he was impatient to be off to South Carolina to join Wade Hampton’s Legion； and Gerald sided with the two young people。 He was excited by the war fever and pleased that Scarlett had made so good a match； and who was he to stand in the way of young love when there was a war？ Ellen； distracted； finally gave in as other mothers throughout the South were doing。 Their leisured world had been turned topsy…turvy； and their pleadings； prayers and advice availed nothing against the powerful forces sweeping them along。
The South was intoxicated with enthusiasm and excitement。 Everyone knew that one battle would end the war and every young man hastened to enlist before the war should end—hastened to marry his sweetheart before he rushed off to Virginia to strike a blow at the Yankees。 There were dozens of war weddings in the County and there was little time for the sorrow of parting； for everyone was too busy and excited for either solemn thoughts or tears。 The ladies were making uniforms； knitting socks and rolling bandages； and the men were drilling and shooting。 Train loads of troops passed through Jonesboro daily on their way north to Atlanta and Virginia； Some detachments were gaily uniformed in the scarlets and light blues and greens of select social…militia companies； some small groups were in homespun and coonskin caps； others； ununiformed； were in broadcloth and fine linen； all were half…drilled； half…armed； wild with excitement and shouting as though en route to a picnic。 The sight of these men threw the County boys into a panic for fear the war would be over before they could reach Virginia； and preparations for the Troop’s departure were speeded。
In the midst of this turmoil； preparations went forward for Scarlett’s wedding and； almost before she knew it； she was clad in Ellen’s wedding dress and veil； coming down the wide stairs of Tara on her father’s arm； to face a house packed full with guests。 Afterward she remembered； as from a dream； the hundreds of candles flaring on the walls； her mother’s face； loving； a little bewildered； her lips moving in a silent prayer for her daughter’s happiness； Gerald flushed with brandy and pride that his daughter was marrying both money； a fine name and an old one—and Ashley； standing at the bottom of the steps with Melanie’s arm through his。
When she saw the look on his face； she thought： “This can’t be real。 It can’t be。 It’s a nightmare。 I’ll wake up and find it’s all been a nightmare。 I mustn’t think of it now； or I’ll begin screaming in front of all these people。 I can’t think now。 I’ll think later； when I can stand it—when I can’t see his eyes。”
It was all very dreamlike； the passage through the aisle of smiling people； Charles’ scarlet face and stammering voice and her own replies； so startlingly clear； so cold； And the congratulations afterward and the kissing and the toasts and the dancing—all； all like a dream。 Even the feel of Ashley’s kiss upon her cheek； even Melanie’s soft whisper； “Now； we’re really and truly sisters；” were unreal。 Even the excitement caused by the swooning spell that overtook Charles’ plump emotional aunt； Miss Pittypat Hamilton； had the quality of a nightmare。
But when the dancing and toasting were finally ended and the dawn was coming； when all the Atlanta guests who could be crowded into Tara and the overseer’s house had gone to sleep on beds； sofas and pallets on the floor and all the neighbors had gone home to rest in preparation for the wedding at Twelve Oaks the next day； then the dreamlike trance shattered like crystal before reality。 The reality was the blushing Charles； emerging from her dressing room in his nightshirt； avoiding the startled look she gave him over the high…pulled sheet。
Of course； she knew that married people occupied the same bed but she had never given the matter a thought before。 It seemed very natural in the case of her mother and father； but she had never applied it to herself。 Now for the first time since the barbecue she realized just what she ha