Then, after her furious
rejection of the offer, he had said itScarlett closed her eyes,
hearing his voice in her head"I'll come back often enough to keep
gossip downShe hadn't won yet, but there was a
chance
A chance was enough to go on withShe stood up and picked the pine
needles off her frock, out of her hairThe
muddy yellow Flint River ran slowly and deeply below the ledge that
held the pine woodsScarlett looked down and threw in the handful of
pine needlesThey swirled away in the current
"Moving on," she murmuredDon't look back, what's
done is done She squinted up at the http://www.irluxury.com/scategory_2_Chanel.html" target="_blank bright skyA line of
brilliant white clouds was rushing across itThey looked full of
windIt's going to get colder, she thought automaticallyI'd better
find something warm to wear this afternoon at the burial
She turned toward homeThe sloping pasture looked steeper than she
rememberedShe had to get back to the house and tidy
herselfShe owed it to Mammy to look neatMammy had always
fussed
when she looked messyScarlett swayed on her feetShe must have
been as tired as this sometime before in her life, but she couldn't
rememberShe was too tired to rememberI'm tired of funerals, http://www.irluxury.com/category_4_Dolce-Gabbana_1.html" target="_blank I'm
tired of death, I'm tired of my life falling away, a piece at a time,
and leaving me all aloneThe graveyard at Tara was not very large
Mammy's grave looked big, ever so much bigger than Melly's, Scarlett
thought disjointedly, but Mammy had shrivelled up so that she
probably
wasn't any bigger at allShe didn't need such a big graveThe wind
had a bite in it, for all that the sky was so blue and the sun so
brightYellowed leaves skittered across the burial ground, blown by
the windAutumn's coming, if it's not here already, she thoughtI
used to love the fall in the country, riding http://www.irluxury.com/categorys_103_Chanel-Necklaces_1.html" target="_blank through the woodsThe
ground looked like it had gold on it, and the air tasted like ciderThere hasn't been a proper riding horse at Tara since Pa
diedShe looked at the gravestonesGerald O'Hara, born County
Meath, IrelandEllen Robillard O'Hara, born Savannah, Georgiathree tiny stones, all alikeThe brothers she'd
never knownAt least Mammy was being buried here, next to "Miss
Ellen," her first love, and not in the slaves' burial plotSuellen
screamed to high heaven, but I won that fight, soon as Will came in on
my sideWhen Will puts his foot down, it stays putToo bad he's so
stiff-necked http://www.irluxury.com/categorys_99_Gucci-Tote_1.html" target="_blank about letting me give him some moneyThe house looks
terribleSo does the graveyard, for that matterWeeds all over the
place, it's downright shabbyThis whole funeral is downright shabby,
Mammy would have hated itThat black preacher is going on and on,
and
he didn't even know her, I'll betMammy wouldn't give the time of
day
to the likes of him, she was a Roman Catholic, everybody in the
Robillard house was, except Grandfather, and he didn't have much say
about anything, to hear Mammy tell itWe should have gotten a
priest,
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