She roamed restlessly through the silent rooms of her
grandfather's house, blind to their austere beauty, imagining the music
and dancing at the O 'Haras', wishing with all her heart that she was
with them, thinking as she'd been taught that such boisterous
merriment
was vulgar and lower classScarlett didn't care really that her
grandfather looked down on her cousinsHe was a selfish old man,
she
thought accurately, who looked down on everyone, including his own
daughtersBut her mother's gentle inculcation had marked her for
lifeEllen would have been proud of her in CharlestonIn spite of
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was also what she wanted, what she was meant to beWhy, then,
was it
so hard to stop herself from envying her Irish kin? won't think about
that now, she decidedI'll think about it laterI'll think about
Tara insteadAnd she retreated into the idyll of her Tara, as it had
been and as she'd make it againThen a note came from the Bishop's
secretary, and her idyll exploded in her faceHe wouldn't grant her
requestScarlett didn't think at allShe clutched the note to her
breast and ran, heedless and hatless and alone, to the unlocked door
into Jamie O'Hara's houseThey'd understand how she felt, the
O'Haras
would
Pa told me so, again and again"To anyone with a drop of Irish blood
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thing that lasts, that's worth working for, worth fighting for She
burst through the door with Gerald O'Hara's voice in her ear, and
ahead
of her she saw the compact stock body and silver head of Colum
O'Hara,
so like her father'sIt seemed right that he should be the one,
certain that he'd feel what she feltColum was standing in the
doorway, looking into the dining roomWhen the outside door crashed
open and Scarlett stumbled into the kitchen, he turnedHe was
dressed
in a dark suitScarlett looked at him through the daze of her pain
She stared at the unexpected white line across his throat that was
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of your heart"Help me, Father," she cried"I need someone to help
me there you have it," Colum concluded"Now, what can be done
to
remedy it? That's what we must find He sat at the head of the long
table in Jamie's dining roomAll the adults from the three O 'Hara
houses were in chairs around the tableMary Kate and Helen's voices
could be heard through the closed door to the kitchen, where they
were
feeding the childrenScarlett was seated at Colum's side, her face
swollen and blotched from earlier storms of weeping"You mean to
say,
Colum, that the farm doesn't go intact to the eldest child in
America?"
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"Well, then, Uncle Gerald was foolish not to leave a will and
testament
Scarlett roused herself to glare at himBefore she could speak, Colum
intervened"The poor man wasn't granted his old age, he had no time
to
think about his death and after, God rest hissoul
"God rest hissoul," echoed the others, making the sign of the cross
Scarlett looked without hope at their solemn facesWhat can they
do?
They're just Irish immigrantsBut she soon learned that she was
wrongAs the talking went on, Scarlett felt more and more hopeful
For there was quite a lot these Irish immigrants could do
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