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Her horses were suffering from the heat, despite being sponged down four times a dayEven she had started to feel it; she felt twitchy and sweaty almost all night when she was trying to sleepThank heaven it was AugustThe summer was almost done, if it would only admit itThe sky was still tinged with pink, but there was already a haze of heat in the distance Scarlett hoped she'd calculated the time right for the tripShe'd like to have her horse and herself in the shade when the sun was full upI wonder if Nan Sutcliffe will be up? She never looked like an early riser to meI wouldn't mind having a cool bath and changing my clothes before I see anybodyI do hope there's a decent maid for me here, not like that fake vintage chanel wallet ham-handed idiot at the Giffords'She practically tore the sleeves off my frocks hanging them up Fitz is right, she usually is But I don't want a personal maid hanging around me every minute of my lifePeggy Quinn does all I need at home, and if people want me to come visit they'll just have to put up with me not bringing my maidI really should give a house party myself, to pay back all the hospitality I oweEveryone has been so kind I can say this year was just too hot, plus I was worried about the farms Two men stepped from shadows on each side of the roadcaught the horse's bridle; the other was pointing a rifleScarlett mind raced, her heart did tooWhy hadn't she thought to bringrevolver with her? Maybe they'd celebrity chanel handbags just take her rig and her cases let her walk back to Trim if she swore not to tell what they locIdiots! Why couldn't they at least be wearing those masks, she'd read about in the newspaper? For the love of God! They were in uniform, they Whiteboys at all "Damn your eyes, you scared me half to death!" She could barely see the menThe green uniforms of the Royal Irish Cor ulary blended into the shadowy hedgerows"I'll have to ask you for some identification, madam," said?? man holding her horse"Kevin, you look in the back there "Don't you dare touch my thingsWho do you think you I am Mrs O'hara of Ballyhara, on my way to the Sutcliffes' at Kilbride Sutcliffe is a magistrate, and he'll see to it that both of you end men's rolex watches up in the dock!" She didn't really know that Ernest Sutcliffe was a magistrate, but he looked like one with his bushy ginger mustacheO'hara is it?" The Kevin who'd been told to search her buggy came forward beside her"We heard tell of you in barracks, ma'amI was asking Johnny here only a couple of weeks ago should we go over and make ourselves known to you?" Scarlett stared incredulously "Whatever for?" she said"They're saying you're from America, Mrs O'hara, a fact I can tell the truth of myself after hearing you speak They're also saying you come from the grand state called GeorgiaIt's a place we two hold a fondness for in our hearts, seeing we both fought in the army there back in 'sixty-three and more "You pink gucci bag did?" Think of meeting someone from home on the road to Kilbride "Where were you? What part of Georgia? Were you with General hood?" "No, ma'am, I was one of Sherman's boysJohnny there, he was with the Confederates, that's where he got the name, for Johnny Reb and all that Scarlett shook her head to clear itShe couldn't be hearing rightBut more questions and more answers confirmed itThe two men, both Irish, were now the best of friendsWith happy shared memories of being on opposite sides in a savage war"I don't understand," she admitted at last"You were trying to kill each other fifteen years ago, and you're friends nowDon't you even argue about the North and the South and who was right?" "Johnny Reb" gucci purses lau

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