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Chapter 6

           AshleystrolledovertowhereScarlettandCharlessat,athoughtfulandamusedsmileonhisface.

           "Arrogantdevil,isn’the?"heobserved,lookingafterButler."HelookslikeoneoftheBorgias."

           ScarlettthoughtquicklybutcouldremembernofamilyintheCountyorAtlantaorSavannahbythatname.

           "Idon’tknowthem.Ishekintothem?Whoarethey?"

           AnoddlookcameoverCharles’face,incredulityandshamestrugglingwithlove.Lovetriumphedasherealizedthatitwasenoughforagirltobesweetandgentleandbeautiful,withouthavinganeducationtohamperhercharms,andhemadeswiftanswer:"TheBorgiaswereItalians."

           "Oh,"saidScarlett,losinginterest,"foreigners."

           SheturnedherprettiestsmileonAshley,butforsomereasonhewasnotlookingather.HewaslookingatCharles,andtherewasunderstandinginhisfaceandalittlepity.

           Scarlettstoodonthelandingandpeeredcautiouslyoverthebanistersintothehallbelow.Itwasempty.Fromthebedroomsonthefloorabovecameanunendinghumoflowvoices,risingandfalling,punctuatedwithsqueaksoflaughterand,"Now,youdidn’t,really!"and"Whatdidhesaythen?"Onthebedsandcouchesofthesixgreatbedrooms,thegirlswereresting,theirdressesoff,theirstaysloosed,theirhairflowingdowntheirbacks.Afternoonnapswereacustomofthecountryandneverweretheysonecessaryasontheall-dayparties,beginningearlyinthemorningandculminatinginaball.

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