Унесенные ветром

Chapter 40

           GrandmaFontaine,withered,wrinkledandyellowasanoldmoltedbird,wasleaningonhercane,andbehindherwereSallyMunroeFontaineandYoungMissFontaine.Theyweretryingvainlybywhisperedpleasandjerksatherskirttomaketheoldladysitdownonthebrickwall.Grandma’shusband,theOldDoctor,wasnotthere.Hehaddiedtwomonthsbeforeandmuchofthebrightmaliciousjoyoflifehadgonefromheroldeyes.CathleenCalvertHiltonstoodaloneasbefittedonewhosehusbandhadhelpedbringaboutthepresenttragedy,herfadedsunbonnethidingherbowedface.Scarlettsawwithamazementthatherpercaledresshadgreasespotsonitandherhandswerefreckledandunclean.Therewereevenblackcrescentsunderherfingernails.TherewasnothingofqualityfolksaboutCathleennow.ShelookedCracker,evenworse.Shelookedpoorwhite,shiftless,slovenly,trifling.

           "She’llbedippingsnuffsoon,ifsheisn’tdoingitalready,"thoughtScarlettinhorror."GoodLord!Whatacomedown!"

           Sheshuddered,turninghereyesfromCathleenassherealizedhownarrowwasthechasmbetweenqualityfolkandpoorwhites.

           "TherebutforalotofgumptionamI,"shethought,andpridesurgedthroughherassherealizedthatsheandCathleenhadstartedwiththesameequipmentafterthesurrenderemptyhandsandwhattheyhadintheirheads.

           "Ihaven’tdonesobad,"shethought,liftingherchinandsmiling.

           Butshestoppedinmid-smileasshesawthescandalizedeyesofMrs.Tarletonuponher.

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