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cool bright gleam of his eyes。 Where he had once been lounging and indolent； he was now as alert as a prowling cat； with the tense alertness of one whose nerves are perpetually drawn as tight as the strings of a violin。 In his eyes； there was a fagged； haunted look； and the sunburned skin was tight across the fine bones of his face—her same handsome Ashley； yet so very different。
Scarlett had made her plans to spend Christmas at Tara； but after Ashley’s telegram came no power on earth； not even a direct command from the disappointed Ellen； could drag her away from Atlanta。 Had Ashley intended going to Twelve Oaks； she would have hastened to Tara to be near him； but he had written his family to join him in Atlanta； and Mr。 Wilkes and Honey and India were already in town。 Go home to Tara and miss seeing him； after two long years？ Miss the heart…quickening sound of his voice； miss reading in his eyes that he had not forgotten her？ Never！ Not for all the mothers in the world。
Ashley came home four days before Christmas； with a group of the County boys also on furlough； a sadly diminished group since Gettysburg。 Cade Calvert was among them； a thin； gaunt Cade； who coughed continually； two of the Munroe boys； bubbling with the excitement of their first leave since 1861； and Alex and Tony Fontaine； splendidly drunk； boisterous and quarrelsome。 The group had two hours to wait between trains and； as it was taxing the diplomacy of the sober members of the party to keep the Fontaines from fighting each other and perfect strangers in the depot； Ashley brought them all home to Aunt Pittypat’s。
“You’d think they’d had enough fighting in Virginia；” said Cade bitterly； as he watched the two bristle like game…cocks over who should be the first to kiss the fluttering and flattered Aunt Pitty。 “But no。 They’ve been drunk and picking fights ever since we got to Richmond。 The provost guard took them up there and if it hadn’t been for Ashley’s slick tongue； they’d have spent Christmas in jail。”
But Scarlett hardly heard a word he said； so enraptured was she at being in the same room with Ashley again。 How could she have thought during these two years that other men were nice or handsome or exciting？ How could she have even endured hearing them make love to her when Ashley was in the world？ He was home again； separated from her only by the width of the parlor rug； and it took all her strength not to dissolve in happy tears every time she looked at him sitting there on the sofa with Melly on one side and India on the other and Honey hanging over his shoulder。 If only she had the right to sit there beside him； her arm through his！ If only she could pat his sleeve every few minutes to make sure he was really there； hold his hand and use his handkerchief to wipe away her tears of joy。 For Melanie was doing all these things； unashamedly。 Too happy to be shy and reserved； she hung on her husband’s arm and adored him openly with her eyes； with her smiles； her tears。 And Scarlett was too happy to resent this； too glad to be jealous。 Ashley was home at last！
Now and then she put her hand up to her cheek where he had kissed her and felt again the thrill of his lips and smiled at him。 He had not kissed her first； of course。 Melly had hurled herself into his arms crying incoherently； holding him as though she would never let him go。 And then； India and Honey had hugged him； fairly tearing him from Melanie’s arms。 Then he had kissed his father； with a dignified affectionate embrace that showed the strong quiet feeling that lay between them。 And then Aunt Pitty； who was jumping up and down on her inadequate little feet with excitement。 Finally he turned to her； surrounded by all the boys who were claiming their kisses； and said： “Oh； Scarlett！ You pretty； pretty thing！” and kissed her on the cheek。
With that kiss； everything she had intended to say in welcome took wings。 Not until hours later did she recall that he had not kissed her on the lips。 Then she wondered feverishly if he would have done it had she met him alone； bending his tall body over hers； pulling her up on tiptoe； holding her for a long； long time。 And because it made her happy to think so； she believed that he would。 But there would be time for all things； a whole week！ Surely she could maneuver to get him alone and say： “Do you remember those rides we used to take down our secret bridle paths？” “Do you remember how the moon looked that night when we sat on the steps at Tara and you quoted that poem？” （Good Heavens！ What was the name of that poem； anyway？） “Do you remember that afternoon when I sprained my ankle and you carried me home in your arms in the twilight？”
Oh； there were so many things she would preface with “Do you remember？” So many dear memories that would bring back to him those lovely days when they roamed the County like care…free children； so many things that would call to mind the days before Melanie Hamilton entered on the scene。 And while they talked she could perhaps read in his eyes some quickening of emotion； some hint that behind the barrier of husbandly affection for Melanie he still cared； cared as passionately as on that day of the barbecue when he burst forth with the truth。 It did not occur to her to plan just what they would do if Ashley should declare his love for her in unmistakable words。 It would be enough to know that he did care。 。。。 Yes； she could wait； could let Melanie have her happy hour of squeezing his arm and crying。 Her time would come。 After all； what did a girl like Melanie know of love？
“Darling； you look like a ragamuffin；” said Melanie when the first excitement of homecoming was over。 “Who did mend your uniform and why did they use blue patches？”
“I thought I looked perfectly dashing；” said Ashley； considering his appearance。 “Just compare me with those rag…tags over there and you’ll appreciate me more。 Mose mended the uniform and I thought he did very well； considering that he’d never had a needle in his hand before the war。 About the blue cloth； when it comes to a choice between having holes in your britches or patching them with pieces of a captured Yankee uniform—well； there just isn’t any choice。 And as for looking like a ragamuffin； you should thank your stars your husband didn’t come home barefooted。 Last week my old boots wore completely out； and I would have come home with sacks tied on my feet if we hadn’t had the good luck to shoot two Yankee scouts。 The boots of one of them fitted me perfectly。”
He stretched out his long legs in their scarred high boots for them to admire。
“And the boots of the other scout didn’t fit me；” said Cade。 “They’re two sizes too small and they’re killing me this minute。 But I’m going home in style just the same。”
“And the selfish swine won’t give them to either of us；” said Tony。 “And they’d fit our small； aristocratic Fontaine feet perfectly。 Hell’s afire； I’m ashamed to face Mother in these brogans。 Before the war she wouldn’t have let one of our darkies wear them。”
“Don’t worry；” said Alex； eyeing Cade’s boots。 “We’ll take them off of him on the train going home。 I don’t mind facing Mother but I’m da—I mean