Look, Scarlett.About tomorrow, said Brent.Just because we've been away and didn't know about the barbecue and the ball, that's no reason why we should ...
But they were loath to face their mother and they lingered on the porch of Tara, momentarily expecting Scarlett to give them an invitation to supper.
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The high-pitched, childish voice answered Yas'm, and there were sounds of footsteps going out the back way toward the smokehouse where Ellen would rat ...
From within the house floated the soft voice of Scarlett's mother, Ellen O'Hara, as she called to the little black girl who carried her basket of keys ...
To the ears of the three on the porch came the sounds of hooves, the jingling of harness chains and the shrill careless laughter of negro voices, as t ...
At their edges rose the virgin forests, dark and cool even in the hottest noons, mysterious, a little sinister, the soughing pines seeming to wait wit ...
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