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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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