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Chapter 37

           Butinthefacesofthetwomenwhostaredateachotheracrossthecandleflamesoshortawhileagotherehadbeensomethingthatwasdifferent,somethingthatheartenedherbutfrightenedherfurywhichcouldfindnowords,determinationwhichwouldstopatnothing.

           Forthefirsttime,shefeltakinshipwiththepeopleabouther,feltonewiththemintheirfears,theirbitterness,theirdetermination.No,itwasn’ttobeborne!TheSouthwastoobeautifulaplacetobeletgowithoutastruggle,toolovedtobetrampledbyYankeeswhohatedSouthernersenoughtoenjoygrindingthemintothedirt,toodearahomelandtobeturnedovertoignorantnegroesdrunkwithwhiskyandfreedom.

           AsshethoughtofTony’ssuddenentranceandswiftexit,shefeltherselfakintohim,forsherememberedtheoldstoryhowherfatherhadleftIreland,lefthastilyandbynight,afteramurderwhichwasnomurdertohimortohisfamily.Gerald’sbloodwasinher,violentblood.SherememberedherhotjoyinshootingthemaraudingYankee.Violentbloodwasinthemall,perilouslyclosetothesurface,lurkingjustbeneaththekindlycourteousexteriors.Allofthem,allthemensheknew,eventhedrowsy-eyedAshleyandfidgetyoldFrank,werelikethatunderneathmurderous,violentiftheneedarose.EvenRhett,consciencelessscampthathewas,hadkilledanegroforbeing"uppitytoalady."

           "Oh,Frank,howlongwillitbelikethis?"sheleapedtoherfeet.

           "AslongastheYankeeshateusso,Sugar."

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