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Chapter 41

           ShehadnobustandherhipswereasflataslittleBeau’sandasshehadneitherthepridenorthegoodsense(soScarlettthought)tosewrufflesinthebosomofherbasqueorpadsonthebackofhercorsets,herthinnesswasveryobvious.Likeherbody,herfacewastoothinandtoopaleandhersilkybrows,archedanddelicateasabutterfly’sfeelers,stoodouttooblacklyagainsthercolorlessskin.Inhersmallface,hereyesweretoolargeforbeauty,thedarksmudgesunderthemmakingthemappearenormous,buttheexpressioninthemhadnotalteredsincethedaysofherunworriedgirlhood.Warandconstantpainandhardworkhadbeenpowerlessagainsttheirsweettranquillity.Theyweretheeyesofahappywoman,awomanaroundwhomstormsmightblowwithouteverrufflingtheserenecoreofherbeing.

           Howdidshekeephereyesthatway,thoughtScarlett,lookingatherenviously.Sheknewherowneyessometimeshadthelookofahungrycat.WhatwasitRhetthadsaidonceaboutMelanie’seyessomefoolishnessaboutthembeinglikecandles?Oh,yes,liketwogooddeedsinanaughtyworld.Yes,theywerelikecandles,candlesshieldedfromeverywind,twosoftlightsglowingwithhappinessatbeinghomeagainamongherfriends.

           Thelittlehousewasalwaysfullofcompany.Melaniehadbeenafavoriteevenasachildandthetownflockedtowelcomeherhomeagain.

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