Унесенные ветром

Chapter 39

           Sheknewifsheoncebeganitwouldbelikethetimeshecriedintothehorse’smane,thatdreadfulnightwhenAtlantafellandRhetthadleftheronthedarkroadoutsidethetown,terribletearsthattoreherheartandcouldnotbestopped.

           No,shewouldn’tcry!Shefeltthelumpinherthroatrisingagain,asithaddonesooftensincethenewscame,butcryingwouldn’tdoanygood.Itwouldonlyconfuseandweakenher.Why,oh,whyhadn’tWillorMelanieorthegirlswrittenherthatGeraldwasailing?ShewouldhavetakenthefirsttraintoTaratocareforhim,broughtadoctorfromAtlantaifnecessary.Thefoolsallofthem!Couldn’ttheymanageanythingwithouther?Shecouldn’tbeintwoplacesatonceandthegoodLordknewshewasdoingherbestforthemallinAtlanta.

           Shetwistedaboutonthekeg,becomingnervousandfidgetyasWillstilldidnotcome.Wherewashe?Thensheheardthescrunchingofcindersontherailroadtracksbehindherand,twistingherbody,shesawAlexFontainecrossingthetrackstowardawagon,asackofoatsonhisshoulder.

           "GoodLord!Isn’tthatyou,Scarlett?"hecried,droppingthesackandrunningtotakeherhand,pleasurewrittenalloverhisbitter,swarthylittleface."I’msogladtoseeyou.IsawWilloverattheblacksmith’sshop,gettingthehorseshod.Thetrainwaslateandhethoughthe’dhavetime.ShallIrunfetchhim?"

           "Yes,please,Alex,"shesaid,smilinginspiteofhersorrow.ItwasgoodtoseeaCountyfaceagain.

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