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Ridges smiled vaguely”Reckon so,” he said quietly, watching Stanley walk toward him, and stand over the hole to examine his progressStanley was a tall youth of average build with a long face which looked vain usually and scornful and a little uncertainHe would have been handsome if it had not been for his long nose and sparse black mustache
“Christ, you’ll be digging all day,” Stanley said with disgustHis voice was artificially rough like that of an actor who fumbles for a conception of how soldiers talk
Ridges made no answerPatiently, he continued diggingStanley watched him for another minute, trying to think of something clever to sayHe was beginning to feel ridiculous just standing there, and on an impulse kicked some sand into Ridges’s foxholeSilently, Ridges shoveled it out, not breaking his rhythmStanley could feel the men in the platoon watching himHe was a little sorry he had started, for he wasn’t certain whether the men sided with himBut he had gone too far to renegeHe kicked in quite a bit of sand
Ridges laid down his shovel and looked at himHis face was patient but there was some concern in it”What you trying to do, Stanley?” he asked
“You don’t like it?” Stanley sneered
“No, sir, Ah don’t
Stanley grinned slowly”You know what you can do
Red had been watching with anger”Listen, Stanley,” Red shouted, “wipe your nose and start acting like a man
Stanley swung around and glared at

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examples, but Scarlett heard from general conversation about the
violence against landlords that was cropping up all over Ireland
Fields were torched, cows had their throats cut, an agent for a big
estate near Galway was ambushed and hacked to pieces
There was hushed, anxious talk about a resurgence of the Whiteboys,
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a
hundred years beforeIt couldn’t be, said wiser heads
These latest incidents were scattered and sporadic and usually the
work
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uncomfortable when the tenants stared in the carriage as one drove
pastScarlett forgave CharlesBut, she said, he mustn’t expect dolce sale her
to forget”I’ll even take the blame for the flogging if it will make
you remember me,” he said ardentlyThen he blushed like a boy
“Dammit, I invent speeches worthy of Lord Byron when I’m in the
barracks
thinking of you, then I blurt out some rubbish when I’m in your
presenceYou know, don’t you, that I’m most abominably in love with
you?”
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iked Lord Byron, and I like you very much
“Do you, my angel? Might I hope that-”
“I don’t think so, Charles
Don’t look so desperatedon’t think so with
anybody
The sandwiches in Scarlett’s room lowly curled up their edges during
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matter how much fun I’m havingBut I’ll bet you I start thinking
about the next party I’ve accepted before this week’s out
Tell me all about what happened while I was goneDid Cat pester
Billy
half to death?”
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The
glasses were both filledLuke lifted his in a toast to “Shall we
drink to amusing ourselves?” he saidScarlett could feel herself
blushingShe was almost certain had just been propositionedShe
raised her glass in response”I – drink to you being a good loser of
very good champagne,” she – with a smile, looking at him through
lowered lashesLater, when she was getting ready for bed, she turned
the words over and over in her mindhad he come to Adamstown to
see
her? And did he intend to seduce her? If he did, he was in the
surprise of his lifeShe’d beat him at that game just like she beat
him in the raceIt would be fun, too, to make such an arrogant
self-satisfied fall hopelessly in love with her
Men shouldn’t be that handsome that rich; it made them think they
could
have everything their wayScarlett climbed into bed and nestled
under
the coversShe looking forward to going riding with Fenton in the
morning as promisedThey raced again, this time to Pike Corner, and
Fenton Then back to Adamstown, and Fenton won againScarlett
wanted
get fresh horses and try again, but Luke declined with a laugh”Y
might break your neck in your determination, and I’d never my
winnings
“What winnings? We had no bet on this race he smiled and said
nothing more, but his glance roved over body”You’re insufferable,
Lord Fenton!”
“So I’ve been told, more than onceBut never with quite much
vehemenceDo all American women have such passionate natures?”
You’ll never find out from me, Scarlett thought, but she her tongue as
she curbed her horseIt had been a mistake to let goad her into
losing her temper, and she was even more a1 with herself than she
was
with himI know better than thatRhett always used to make me fly
off the handle, and it gave him the upper hand every timeScarlett looked at Fenton’s black hair and dark mocking eyes
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I go pretty regularly
Yes, but there’s something bothering you, I wonder about it, you’re a mystery
Yeah? He is pleased
Roy, you always seem so angry about something, it worries meMy father was talking about you, and he said you’re in Christians United, I don’t know anything about politics, but I know one of them, Jackie Evans, was a nasty kid
Aw, he’s all right, it’s just something with the club, you know they were tryin’ me out, but it’s nothin’ much
I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble
Why?
(She looks at him, her eyes passive and calmThis time she puts her hand on his arm
His throat is tense and his chest aches with warmth and hungerHe shivers as he hears the girl giggling againThis is swell out here at City Point, he says(The thick lusting dreams at night for he knows not what I’ll tell ya, Mary, if I was goin’ steady — his voice is strong with his sense of renunciation — I wouldn’ be hangin’ around with them so much, ’cause you know I’d be wantin’ to see more of you
You would?
He listens to the lapping of the surfI love ya, Mary, he says suddenly, holding himself stiff and cold, troubled delicately by a passing uncertainty
I think I do too, RoyAfter a while he kisses her gently, then hungrily, but a corner of his mind has retreated and become coldOh, I love ya, kid, he says huskily, trying to cauterize the doubtCity Point is so beautiful, she says
In the night they cannot see the garbage that litters the beach, the seaweed and driftwood, the condoms that wallow sluggishly on the foam’s edge, discarded on the shore like the minuscule loathsome animals of the sea
Yeah, it’s something, he says slowly

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Charleston much longerAfter the turn onto Meeting Street the
carriage moved into place at the end of a long line of carriages
One by one they stopped to release passengers, then slowly moved
on
It’ll be over before we get there at this rate, Scarlett thoughtShe
looked out the window at people walking, the ladies followed by their
maids carrying their slipper bagsI wish we’d walked, tooIt would
be lovely to be out in the warm air instead of cooped up in this stuffy
little spaceShe was startled by the sharp clanging of a streetcar
bell to their leftHow can there be a streetcar running? she
wonderedThey always stopped at nine o’clockShe heard the bells
from StMichael’s steeple ring two full rounds
“Isn’t it nice to see the streetcar with nobody on it but people
dressed for a ball?” said Eleanor Butler”Did you know, Scarlett,
that they always stop running the cars early on the night of the Saint
Cecilia so they can scrub them out before they make the special runs
to
take people to the ball?”
“I didn’t know that, Miss EleanorHow do people get home?”
“Oh, they run another special at two when the ball’s over
“What if somebody wants to ride who isn’t going to the ball?”
“They can’t, of courseNobody would even think of itEverybody
knows the cars don’t run after nine o’clock”Mama,
you sound like the duchess in Alice in Wonderland” Eleanor Butler
began
to laugh, too”I suppose I do,” she sputtered cheerfully, then
laughed even harderShe was still laughing when the carriage moved
forward and stopped and the door was pulled openScarlett looked
out
onto a scene that made her catch her breathThis was the way a ball
should oe be! Tall black iron poles held a pair of enormous lanterns
brightly lit with a half dozen gas jetsThey illuminated the deep
portico and towering white columns of a temple-like building set back
from the street behind a tall iron fenceA gleaming white canvas
walkway led from the scoured white marble carriage block to the
portico’s steps

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him with this
I expected to find another painting over the
printed matter on the last page, but I didn’t
What I saw there hurt my heart with surprise and
loveMelinda was ever my hard girl, my project,
but I had never loved her the less for that, and
what I felt showed clearly in the black-and-white
photo, which looked creased across the middle and
dog-eared at two of its four cornersIt had a
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right to look beat-up, because the Melinda
standing next to me could have been no older than
fourThat made this snapshot at least eighteen
years oldShe was wearing jeans, cowboy boots, a
Western-style shirt, and a straw hatHad we just
come back from Pleasant Hill Farms, where she
sometimes rode a Shetland pony named Sugar? I
thought soIn any case, we were standing on the
sidewalk in front of the little starter home we’d
had in Brooklyn Park, me in faded jeans and a
white tee-shirt with the short sleeves rolled up a
turn and my hair combed back like a greaserI had
a can of Grain Belt beer in one hand and a smile
on my faceLinnie had one hand hooked into the
pocket of my jeans and a look of love – such love
- on her upturned face that it made my throat ache
I smiled the way you do when you’re about an inch
away from bursting into tearsBelow the picture
it said:
If you want to keep current on who else is coming,
you can call me at 941-555-6166, or Jerome Wireman
at 941-555-8191, or your MomShe’ll be coming
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down with the Minnesota contingent, by the way,
and will meet you at the hotel
Hope you can come – love you either way, Pony Girl
-
Dad
I closed the letter that was also a brochure that
was also an invitation and sat staring silently
down at it for a few momentsI did not entirely
trust myself to speak
“That’s just a rough draft, of course Wireman
sounded tentativeIn other words, not like
himself at all”If you hate it, I’ll junk it and
start again
“You didn’t get that picture from Ilse,” I saidPam found it in one of her old
photo albums
All at once everything made sense
“How many times have you talked to her, Jerome?”
He winced”That hurts, but maybe you have a righ

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Carefully he followed the trail through the grove toward the passIt extended for several hundred yards through brush and forest not quite thick enough to be jungleOnce his face brushed against a long flat leaf and a few insects darted in fright across his cheekHe flicked them off, his fingers moist with anxietyBut one of the insects held on to his fingers, and then began to slide up his forearmMartinez flung it off, stood shivering in the darknessFor a few seconds everything was in balance; his will to move forward was frustrated by the irrational terror the insects had caused, the more concrete knowledge of the Japanese there must be ahead, and most of all by the increasing deadening weight of all this strange earth he must explore at nightHe breathed deeply several times, moving his weight forward to his toes and then rocking back on his heels againA dull sluggish breeze stirred the leaves slightly, caressed his face with a momentary breath of coolnessHe could feel the perspiration coursing down his face in separate extended streams like the lines formed by tearsHe said this automatically but it released new currents of willThe resistance he had created inside himself mounted against it and then collapsedHe took a step forward, then another, and the effect was brokenHe moved on down the crude footpath the Japanese had worn in the grove, debouched after a minute or two into a clearing beyond the forestHe was in the pass now
The cliffs of Mount Anaka had taken a turn to the right, were parallel again to his routeOn the other side, to his left, were some steep, almost precipitous hills which rose abruptly into the Watamai RangeThe channel through the mountains was about two hundred yards wide, an ascending avenue lined by tall buildingsIt was uneven with rolls and dips, great boulders and slattern mounds of earth, pocked here and there in the rock crevices with spates of foliage like the weeds that grow from the cracks in concreteThe moonlight was clearing the invisible peak of Mount Anaka, lancing downward into the pass and dappling the rocks and knolls with shadowsIt was all very bare, very cold; Martinez felt a thousand miles from the stifling velvet night of the jun

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breastIt’s a grand thing, this city that plants flowering beauty for
all to see!” She drew in a deep breath”We’ll have a picnic in the
park, Scarlett
To taste the spring green in the airCome quickly, there’s a grand
shopping to doI’ll bake this afternoon, and after Mass tomorrow
we’ll spend the day at the park Was it Saturday already?
Scarlett’s mind raced, calculating and rememberingWhy, she’d been
in
Savannah almost a full month! A vise squeezed her heartWhy
hadn’t
Rhett come? Where was he? His business in Boston couldn’t have
taken
this longBoston,” said Maureen, and Scarlett stopped short
She grabbed Maureen’s arm and glared at her suspiciouslyHow could
Maureen have known Rhett was in Boston? How could she know
anything
about him? I haven’t said a word to her
“What’s the matter, Scarlett, darling? Have you turned your ankle?”
“What were you saying about Boston?”
“I said ’tis a shame Stephen won’t be with us for the picnicHe’s
leaving today for Boston
There’ll be no trees flowering there, I’m boundStill, he’ll have a
chance to see Thomas and his family and bring back news of them
That’ll please Old JamesTo think of all the brothers scattering
through America, it’s a wonderful thing Scarlett walked quietly at
Maureen’s sideShe was ashamed of herselfHow could I have been
so
horrid? Maureen’s my friend, the closest friend I ever had
She wouldn’t spy on me, pry into my private lifeIt’s just that it’s
been so long, and I hadn’t even noticedThat’s why I’m so jumpy,
probably, why I barked at Maureen like thatBecause it’s been so
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seemed to find this endearingRecalling my own
eating binges, I found it all too familiar
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I was going over the muddy print for the third
time, with Wireman where my right arm would have
been, if I’d had a right arm, when the door opened
and Gene Hadlock came inHe was still wearing the
black tie and bright pink shirt he’d had on at the
show, although the tie had been pulled down and
the collar was loosenedHe was still wearing
green scrub pants and green bootees over his shoesWhen he looked up I saw a face
that was as long and sad as an old bloodhound’s
“Eleven-nineteen,” he said”There was never
really a chance
Wireman put his face in his hands
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I got to the Ritz at quarter to one in the morning,
limping with fatigue and not wanting to be there
I wanted to be in my bedroom at Big PinkI wanted
to lie in the middle of my bed, push the strange
new doll to the floor as I had the ornamental
pillows, and hug Reba to meI wanted to lie there
and look at the turning fanMost of all, I wanted
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to listen to the whispered conversation of the
shells under the house as I drifted off to sleep
Instead I had this lobby to deal with: too ornate,
too full of people and music (cocktail piano even
at this hour), most of all, too brightStill, my
family was hereI had missed the celebratory
dinnerI would not miss the celebratory breakfast
I asked the clerk for my keyHe gave it to me,
along with a stack of messagesI opened them one
after anotherMost were congratulationsThe one
from Ilse was differentIt read: Are you okay? If
I don’t see you by 8 AM, I’m coming to find you
At the very bottom was one from