The living, as well as the dead, were all round... The living, as well as the dead, were all round her, but
she stood apartHalf of Atlanta was there, it seemedThe crowd had
overflowed the church and now it spread in a wide, uneven dark circle
around the bitter slash of color in the gray rain, the open grave dug
from Georgia's red clay for the body of Melanie WilkesThe front row
of mourners held those who'd been closest to herWhite and black,
their faces all streaked with tears, except Scarlett'sThe old
coachman Uncle Peter stood with Dilcey and Cookie in a protective
black
triangle around Beau, Melanie's bewildered little boyThe older
generation of Atlanta were there, with the tragically few descendants
that remained to themThe Meades, the Whitings, the Merriwethers,
the
Elsings, their daughters and sons-in-law, Hugh Elsing the only living
son; Aunt Pittypat Hamilton and her brother,
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their ages-old feud forgotten in mutual grief for their niece
Younger, but looking as old as the others, India Wilkes sheltered
herself within the group and watched her brother, Ashley, from
griefand
guilt-shadowed eyesHe stood alone, like ScarlettHe was
bare-headed in the rain, unaware of the proffered shelter of umbrellas,
unconscious of the cold wetness, unable to accept the finality of the
minister's words or the narrow coffin being lowered into the muddy red
graveTall and thin and colorless, his pale gilt hair now
almost gray, his pale stricken face as empty as his staring, unseeing
gray eyesHe stood erect, his stance a salute, the inheritance of
his ears as a gray-uniformed officer
He stood motionless, without sensation or comprehensionHe
was the center and the symbol of Scarlett's ruined lifeFor love of
him she'd
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She'd turned her back on her husband, not seeing his love for her, not
admitting her love for him, because wanting Ashley was always in the
wayAnd now Rhett was gone, his only presence here a spray of
warm
golden autumn flowers among all the othersShe'd betrayed her only
friend, scorned Melanie's stubborn loyalty and loveAnd now Melanie
was goneAnd even Scarlett's love for Ashley was gone, for she'd
realized too late that the habit of loving him had long since replaced
love itselfShe did not love him, and she never would againBut
now, when she didn't want him, Ashley was hers, her legacy from
MelanieShe had promised Melly she'd take care of him and of
their childAshley was the cause of her life's destructionAnd the
only thing left to her from it
Scarlett stood apart and aloneThere was
white ceramic chanel watch only cold gray space
between
her and the people she knew in Atlanta, space that once Melanie had
filled, keeping her from isolation and ostracismThere was only the
cold wet wind beneath the umbrella in the place where Rhett should
have
been to shelter her with his strong broad shoulders and his loveShe
held her chin high, into the wind, accepting its assault without
feeling itAll her senses were concentrated on the words that were
her strength and her hopeThis will be over soon, and then I can go
home to Tara"Look at her," whispered a black-veiled lady to the
companion sharing her umbrellaI heard that the
whole time she was handling the funeral arrangements, she didn't
even
shed a tearAll business, that's Scarlett
"You know what folks say," was the answering whisper"She has
heart
aplenty for Ashley WilkesDo you think they really did-"
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nearby hushed them, but they were thinking the same thing
The awful hollow thud of earth on wood made Scarlett clench her
fists
She wanted to clap her hands over her ears, to scream, to
shoutanything
to shut out the terrible sound of the grave closing over elanieHer
teeth closed painfully on her lipShe wouldn't scream, she
wouldn't
The cry that shattered the solemnity was Ashley's
Mell-eee!" And again, "Mell-eee It was the cry of a soul in
torment, filled with loneliness and fearHe stumbled towards the deep
muddy pit like a man newly struck blind, his hands searching for the
small, quiet creature who was all his strengthBut there was nothing
to hold, only the streaming silver streaks of cold rainScarlett
looked at DrMeade, India, Henry HamiltonWhy don't they do
something? Why don't they stop him?
He's got to be stopped!
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