1. Scarlett O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught... her charm as the Tarleton twins were. In her face were too sharply blended the delicate features... her mother, a Coast aristocrat... French descent, and the heavy ones... her florid Irish father. 2. Her eyes were pale green.. a touch... hazel, starred... bristly black lashes and slightly tilted... the ends. 3. Seated... Stuart and Brent Tarleton... the cool shade... the porch... Tara, her father's plantation, she made a pretty picture. 4. The dress set...... perfection the seventeen-inch waist, the smallest... three counties. 5. But... all the modesty... her spreading skirts, the demureness... hairnetted smoothly... a chignon and the quietness... small white hands folded... her lap, her true self was poorly concealed. 6. Her manners had been imposed... her... her mother's gentle admonitions and the sterner discipline... her mammy; her eyes were her own. 7. Nineteen years old, six feet two inches tall, long... bone and hard... muscle,... sunhurned faces and deep auburn hair, their eyes merry and arrogant,, they were as much alike as two bolls of cotton. 8. According... the standards... her day, she was a middle-aged woman. 9. Her neck, rising... the black taffeta sheath... her basque, was creamy-skinned, rounded and slender. 10. Her square-cut jaw was softened... the gentle curving... her cheeks. 11. She spoke... the soft slurring voice.. the coastal Georgian, liquid... vowels, kind.. consonants and with the barest trace... French accent. 12. It was a voice never raised... command... a servant or reproof... a child. 13. Ashley had made no attempt to join the circle... her since their first greeting. 14. He had come... to welcome her when she came... back garden, but Melanie had been... his arm then, Melanie who hardly came...... his shoulder. 15. She had a cloud... curly dark hair. 16. But... all her plainness... feature and smallness... stature, there was a sedate dignity... her movements. 17. Her heavy earbobs... their long gold fringe hung...... loops... tidily netted hair. 18. She looked... the floor and tapped her foot... the music and her green eyes blazed so eagerly that they fairly snapped. 19. Then he grinned... himself as he recognized the invitation that any male could read. 20. He was dressed... black broadcloth. 21. His severe black suit was oddly... variance with his physique and face. 22. He was foppishly groomed, the clothes... a dandy... a body that was powerful and latently dangerous... its lazy grace. 22. He had an air... utter assurance,... displeasing insolence... him, and there was a twinkle... malice... his bold eyes as he stared... Scarlett. 23. Somewhere... her mind, the bell... recognition rang. 24.As he straightened and started... her... a peculiarly lithe Indian-like gait, her hand went... her mouth... horror, for she knew who he was. 25. She was so thin that her small bones seemed ready to come... her white skin. 26. Her silky brows, arched and delicate as a butterfly's feelers, stood... too blackly... her colorless skin. 27. They were the eyes... a happy woman, a woman... whom storms might blow... ever ruffling the serene core... her being. 28. She knew her own eyes sometimes had the look... a hungry cat. 29. Her eyes were like two good deeds... a naughty world. 30. Yes, they were like candles, candles shielded... every wind, two soft lights glowing... happiness... being home again... her friends.
