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with a sudden rush of color

Le 21 mars 2017, 05:02 dans Humeurs 0

He saw that her nerves needed quieting, and he set about the task with such simple tact as he possessed.  His first step was to light his pipe in the most nonchalant

manner, and then he burst out laughing. "I'll hang that hickory up.  It has done too good service to be put to common use again.  Probably you never heard of a

skimelton, Alida.  Well, they are not so uncommon in this region.  I suppose I'll have to own up to taking part in one myself when I was a young chap.  They usually

are only rough larks and are taken good-naturedly.  I'm not on jesting terms with my neighbors, and they had no business to come here, but I wouldn't have made any

row if they hadn't insulted you."
Her head bowed very low as she faltered, "They've heard everything."
He came right to her and took her hand. "Didn't I hear everything before they did?"
"Well, Alida, I'm not only satisfied with you, but I'm very grateful to you.  Why shouldn't I be when you are a good Christian woman?  I guess I'm the one to be

suited, not Oakville. I should be as reckless as the devil if you should go away from me.  Don't I act like a man who's ready to stand up for and protect you?"
"Yes, too ready.  It would kill me if anything happened to you on my account."
"Well, the worst would happen," he said firmly, "if we don't go right on as we've begun.  If we go quietly on about our own affairs, we'll soon be let alone and

that's all we ask."
"Yes, yes indeed!  Don't worry, James.  I'll do as you wish."
"Famous!  You never said 'James' to me before.  Why haven't you?"
"I don't know," she faltered,  to her pale face.
"Well, that's my name," he resumed, laughing. "I guess it's because we are getting better acquainted.
She looked up and said impetuously, "You don't know how a woman feels when a man stands up for her as you did tonight."
"Well, I know how a man feels when there is a woman so well worth standing up for.  It was a lucky thing that I had nothing heavier in my hand than that hickory." 

All the while he was looking at her curiously; then he spoke his thought. "You're a quiet little woman, Alida, most times, but you're capable of a thunder gust now

and then."
"I'll try to be quiet at all times," she replied, with drooping eyes.

looked up at Scarlett compassionately

Le 20 janvier 2017, 04:46 dans Humeurs 0

He shook off her hand roughly Colocation Serviceand spoke as though he hardly heard her, hardly knew what shesaid.
“Die? Yes, they’ll all die—all these men. No bandages, no salves, no quinine, no chloroform.
Oh, God, for some morphia! Just a little morphia for the worst ones. Just a little chloroform. Goddamn the Yankees! God damn the Yankees!”
“Give um hell, Doctor!” said the man on the ground, his teeth showing in his beard.
Scarlett began to shake and her eyes burned with tears of fright. The doctor wasn’t coming withher. Melanie would die and she had wished that she would die. The doctor wasn’t coming.
“Name of God, Doctor! Please!”
Dr. Meade bit his lip and his jaw hardened as his face went cool again.
“Child, I’ll try. I can’t promise you. But I’ll try. When we get these men tended to. The Yankeesare coming and the troops are moving out of town. I don’t know what they’ll do with the wounded.
There aren’t any trains. The Macon line has been captured. ... But I’ll try. Run along now. Don’tbother me. There’s nothing much to bringing a baby. Just tie up the cord. …”
He turned reenex facial as an orderly touched his arm and began firing directions and pointing to this and thatwounded man. The man at her feet. She turned away, for thedoctor had forgotten her.
She picked her way rapidly through the wounded and back to Peachtree Street. The doctorwasn’t coming. She would have to see it through herself. Thank God, Prissy knew all aboutmidwifery. Her head ached from the heat and she could feel her basque, soaking wet fromperspiration, sticking to her. Her mind felt numb and so did her legs, numb as in a nightmare whenshe tried to run and could not move them. She thought of the long walk back to the house and itseemed interminable.
Then, “The Yankees are coming!” began to beat its refrain in her mind again. Her heart began topound and new life came into her limbs. She hurried into the crowd at Five Points, now so thickthere was no room on the narrow sidewalks and she was forced to walk in the street. Long lines ofsoldiers were passing, dust covered, sodden with weariness. There seemed thousands of them,bearded, dirty, their guns slung over their shoulders, swiftly passing at route step. Cannon rolledpast, the drivers flaying the thin mules with lengths of rawhide. Commissary wagons with torncanvas covers you beauty hard sell rocked through the ruts. Cavalry raising clouds of choking dust went past endlessly.

a fence that he himself

Le 10 janvier 2017, 05:01 dans Humeurs 0

An hour later when the Backup and Recoveryconversation began to lag, Gerald, with a guile that belied the wideinnocence of his bright blue eyes, proposed a game. As the night wore on and the drinks wentround, there came a time when all the others in the game laid down their hands and Gerald and thestranger were battling alone. The stranger shoved in all his chips and followed with the deed to hisplantation. Gerald shoved in all his chips and laid on top of them his wallet. If the money itcontained happened to belong to the firm of O’Hara Brothers, Gerald’s conscience was notsufficiently troubled to confess it before Mass the following morning. He knew what he wanted,and when Gerald wanted something he gained it by taking the most direct route. Moreover, suchwas his faith in his destiny and four deuces that he never for a moment wondered just how themoney would be paid back should a higher hand be laid down across the table.
“It’s no bargain you’re getting and I am glad not to have to pay PolyU Twitter more taxes on the place,” sighedthe possessor of an “ace full,” as he called for pen and ink. “The big house burned a year ago andthe fields are growing up in brush and seedling pine. But it’s yours.”
“Never mix cards and whisky unless you were weaned on Irish poteen,” Gerald told Porkgravely the same evening, as Pork assisted him to bed. And the valet, who had begun to attempt abrogue out of admiration for his new master, made requisite answer in a combination of Geecheeand County Meath that would have puzzled anyone except those two alone.
The muddy Flint River, running silently between walls of pine and water oak covered withtangled vines, wrapped about Gerald’s new land like a curving arm and embraced it on two sides.
To Gerald, standing on the small knoll where the house had been, this tall barrier of green was asvisible and pleasing an evidence of ownership as though it were had built tomark his own. He stood on the blackened foundation stones of the burned building, looked downthe long avenue of trees leading toward the road and swore lustily, with a joy too deep for thankfulprayer. These twin lines of somber trees were his, his the abandoned lawn, waist high in weeds underwhite-starred young magnolia trees. The uncultivated fields, studded with tiny pines andunderbrush, that stretched their rolling red-clay surface away into the distance on four sidesbelonged to Gerald O’Hara—were all his because he had an unbefuddled Irish head and thecourage to stake everything on a hand of cards.
Gerald closed his eyes and, in the stillness Package to Hong Kong of the unworked acres, he felt that he had comehome. Here under his feet would rise a house of whitewashed brick. Across the road would be newrail fences, inclosing fat cattle and blooded horses, and the red earth that rolled down the hillside tothe rich river bottom land would gleam white as eiderdown in the sun—cotton; acres and acres ofcotton! The fortunes of the O’Haras would rise again.

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