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He blames me for the divorceFor a moment she felt...Posted at 10:42 PM on Monday, May 3, 2010
He blames me for the divorceFor a moment she felt like
protesting, telling her side of the story, telling what had really
happenedUncle Henry was the only one left who was on my side
Without him there won't be a soul in Atlanta who doesn't look down on
meAnd it doesn't matter a bitThe idea burst in her mind like a
Roman candleHenry Hamilton's wrong in judging me just like
everybody
else in Atlanta was wrong in judging meI'm not like them, and I
don't want to beI'm different, I'm me"If you
don't want to bother with selling my property, I won't take it against
you, Henry," she said There was a fake prada simple dignity
in her manner"I'm an old man, ScarlettIt would probably be better
for you to hook up with a younger lawyer Scarlett rose from her
chair, held out her hand, smiled with real fondness for himIt was
only after she was gone that he could put words to the difference in
her"Scarlett's grown upShe didn't call me 'llncle HenryButler at home?"
Scarlett recognized Ashley's voice immediatelyShe hurried from the
sitting room into the hall; a quick gesture of her hand dismissed the
maid who'd answered the door"Ashley, dear, I'm so happy to see
you
She held out both her hands to himHe clasped them chanel watches tightly in his,
looking down at her"Scarlett, you've never looked lovelierForeign
climates agree with youTell me where you've been, what you've
been
doingUncle Henry said you'd gone to Savannah, then he lost touch I'll just bet you all wondered, especially your
adder-tongued old sister, she thought"Come in and sit down," she
said, "I'm dying to hear all the news The maid was hovering to one
sideScarlett said quietly as she passed her, "Bring us a pot of
coffee and some cakes She led the way into the sitting room, took
one corner of a settee, patted the seat beside her"Sit here beside
me, Ashley, chanel bucket bag doI want to look at you Thank the Lord, he's lost
that hangdog look he hadHenry Hamilton must have been right
when he
said that Ashley was doing fineScarlett studied him through lowered
lashes while she busied herself clearing room on a table for the coffee
tray
Ashley Wilkes was still a handsome manHis thin aristocratic features
had become more distinguished with ageBut he looked older than
his earsHe can't be more than forty, Scarlett thought, and his
share's
more silver than goldHe must spend a lot more time in the
lumberyard
than he used to, he's got a nice color to hisskin, not that office omega seamaster orange gray
look he had beforeShe looked up with a smileIt was good to see
himEspecially looking so fit
Her obligation to Melanie didn't seem so burdensome now"How's
Aunt
Pitty? And India? And Beau? He must be practically a grown man!"
Pitty and India were just the same, said Ashley with a quirk of
his lipsPitty got the vapors at every passing shadow and India was
very busy with committee work to improve the moral tone of Atlanta
They spoiled him abominably, two spinsters trying to see which one
was
the best mother henThey tried to spoil Beau, too, but he'd have
none
of itAshley's gray eyes lit up with louis vuitton wallet p
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