Gone With The Wind. A Project Gutenberg of Australia e. Book. Title: Gone With The Wind. Author: Margaret Mitchell (1. Book No.: 0. 20. 01. Language: English.
Port Manteaux churns out silly new words when you feed it an idea or two. Enter a word (or two) above and you'll get back a bunch of portmanteaux created by jamming.
The benefits of juicing are immense. To summarize every nutritionist’s findings, the regular intake of fresh fruit and vegetable juice is one of the best favors you. From millions of real job salary data. 0 salary data. Average salary is Detailed starting salary, median salary, pay scale, bonus data report. We won't share your email address. Unsubscribe anytime. JOBS and CAREER - weekly newsletter - Follow @JobsandCareer. Even more » Account Options. Sign in; Search settings. Gerald had come to America from Ireland when he was twenty-one. He had come hastily, as many a better and worse Irishman before and since, with the clothes he had on.
Character set encoding: ASCII- -7 bit. Date first posted: February 2. Date most recently updated: November 2. This e. Book was produced by: Don Lainson dlainson@sympatico. Project Gutenberg of Australia e.
Books are created from printed editions. Australia, unless a copyright notice. We do NOT keep any e. Books in compliance with a particular. Be sure to check the. You may copy it, give it away or re- use it under the terms.
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul.
Project Gutenberg of Australia License which may be viewed online at. GO TO Project Gutenberg of Australia HOME PAGEGone With The Windby. Margaret Mitchell. PART ONECHAPTER IScarlett O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when. Tarleton twins were.
In her face were too. Coast aristocrat.
Poem of the Masses. ACT I PROLOGUE. Enter Chorus Chorus O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act.
French descent, and the heavy ones of her florid Irish father. But. it was an arresting face, pointed of chin, square of jaw. Her eyes were. pale green without a touch of hazel, starred with bristly black lashes. Above them, her thick black brows.
Southern women and so carefully guarded. Georgia suns. Seated with Stuart and Brent Tarleton in the cool shade of the porch.
Tara, her father's plantation, that bright April afternoon of 1. Her new green flowered- muslin dress spread. Atlanta. The dress set off to perfection the.
But. for all the modesty of her spreading skirts, the demureness of hair. The green eyes. in the carefully sweet face were turbulent, willful, lusty with life. Her manners had been. On either side of her, the twins lounged easily in their chairs.
Nineteen years old, six feet two. Outside, the late afternoon sun slanted down in the yard, throwing. The twins' horses. Stuart and Brent wherever they went. A little. aloof, as became an aristocrat, lay a black- spotted carriage dog. Between the hounds and the horses and the twins there was a kinship.
They were all. healthy, thoughtless young animals, sleek, graceful, high- spirited, the. Although born to the ease of plantation life, waited on hand and. They had the vigor and alertness of country people who.
Life in the north Georgia county of. Clayton was still new and, according to the standards of Augusta. Savannah and Charleston, a little crude. The more sedate and older. South looked down their noses at the up- country. Georgians, but here in north Georgia, a lack of the niceties of. And raising good cotton, riding well, shooting.
In these accomplishments the twins excelled, and they were equally. Their family had more money, more horses. County, but the boys had less. Cracker neighbors. It was for this precise reason that Stuart and Brent were idling on.
Tara this April afternoon. They had just been expelled. University of Georgia, the fourth university that had thrown. Tom and Boyd, had come. Stuart and Brent considered their latest. Scarlett, who had not willingly opened a. Fayetteville Female Academy the year before.
He's kind of set on getting an education. University of Virginia and. Alabama and South Carolina and now Georgia. He'll never get finished at.
We'd have had to come home before the term was out anyway.! The war's going to start any day, and you don't.
Why, Ashley Wilkes and his father told Pa just. Washington would come. Mr. Lincoln about the Confederacy. There won't be. any war, and I'm tired of hearing about it. Why, the. Confederacy- -. I've never gotten so tired of any one word in my life as 'war,'. Pa talks war morning, noon and night, and all.
Fort Sumter and States'. Rights and Abe Lincoln till I get so bored I could scream!
And that's. all the boys talk about, too, that and their old Troop. There hasn't. been any fun at any party this spring because the boys can't talk about. I'm mighty glad Georgia waited till after Christmas. Christmas parties, too. But she smiled. when she spoke, consciously deepening her dimple and fluttering her. The boys were. enchanted, as she had intended them to be, and they hastened to.
They thought none the less of her for her. Indeed, they thought more. War was men's business. Having maneuvered them away from the boring subject of war, she went. Just before we got home that new. Ma got in Kentucky last month was brought in, and the place. The big brute- -he's a grand horse, Scarlett; you must.
Ma's darkies who met the train at Jonesboro. And just before we got. Strawberry. Ma's old stallion. When we got home, Ma was out in the stable with a. The. darkies were hanging from the rafters, popeyed, they were so scared.
Ma was talking to the horse like he was folks and he was eating out. There ain't nobody like Ma with a horse. And when she saw.
In Heaven's name, what are you four doing home again? Can't you see he's. I'll tend to you four in the morning!' So we. Boyd to handle her. Tarleton bullied her.
Beatrice Tarleton was a busy woman, having on her hands not only a. She was hot- tempered.
She never did beat Boyd much because. God'lmighty, Ma ought to stop licking us!
We're nineteen. and Tom's twenty- one, and she acts like we're six years old. And, anyway, the. They said they were going to have her go to one. There's nothing worse than a barbecue. I never saw one redder. You can always tell weather by.
Now that the sun was. Flint River. the warmth of the April day was ebbing into a faint but balmy. Spring had come early that year, with warm quick rains and sudden. Already the plowing was nearly.
Georgia clay to even redder hues. The moist hungry.
The whitewashed brick plantation. For here were no long. Georgia country or in the lush black earth of the.
The rolling foothill country of north Georgia was. It was a savagely red land, blood- colored after rains, brick dust in. It was a pleasant land of. The. plantation clearings and miles of cotton fields smiled up to a warm. At their edges rose the virgin forests, dark. We had you once. We can take. 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. The high- pitched, childish voice answered . There. was the click of china and the rattle of silver as Pork, the. Tara, laid the table for supper. At these last sounds, the twins realized it was time they were. But they were loath to face their mother and they. Tara, momentarily expecting Scarlett to give.
About tomorrow. You. How did I know you all would be home? I couldn't risk. being a wallflower just waiting on you two. You've got to give me the first waltz and Stu the last. We'll sit on the stair. Mammy Jincy to come tell. You know she said I was going.
I don't like black- haired gentlemen. If it is, you know. I know about that. Everybody's. known for years that they'd get married some time, even if he did seem. So still. was her face as she stared at Stuart that he, never analytic, took it. So it's to be announced tomorrow night at.
Now, Scarlett, we've told you the secret, so. I'll bet the other boys will be hopping mad. Look. Scarlett. Sit with us at the barbecue in the morning. Usually she. made them beg and plead, while she put them off, refusing to give a Yes. No answer, laughing if they sulked, growing cool if they became. And here she had practically promised them the whole of. Some time had passed before.
Scarlett was having very little to say. The. atmosphere had somehow changed. Just how, the twins did not know, but. Scarlett seemed to be.
Sensing something they could not understand, baffled. The sun was low across the new- plowed fields and the tall woods.
Chimney swallows. Stuart bellowed: .
Jeems was their body servant and, like the dogs. He had been their childhood playmate and. At. the sight of him, the Tarleton hounds rose up out of the red dust and. The boys bowed, shook.
Scarlett they'd be over at the Wilkeses' early in the. Then they were off down the walk at a rush. Jeems, went down the avenue of. When they had rounded the curve of the dusty road that hid them from. Tara, Brent drew his horse to a stop under a clump of dogwood. Stuart. halted, too, and the darky boy pulled up a few paces behind them. The. horses, feeling slack reins, stretched down their necks to crop the.
Brent's wide ingenuous face was puzzled and mildly. What do you make of it? But it just looks to me like she might.
After all, it's our first day home and she hasn't seen us in quite. And we had lots more things to tell her. What do you. suppose ailed her? Do you suppose we said something that made her mad? Besides, when Scarlett gets mad. She don't hold herself in like some girls do. She don't go around being cold.
But it was. something we did or said that made her shut up talking and look sort of. I could swear she was glad to see us when we came and was aiming. Don't be a fool. She laughed like everything when we told. And besides Scarlett don't set any more store by book. Huccome you think Ah be spyin' on w'ite. You darkies know everything that goes on.
Why, you. liar, I saw you with my own eyes sidle round the corner of the porch. Now, did you hear us.
Miss Scarlett mad- - or hurt her. Look ter. me lak she sho glad ter see you an' sho had missed you, an' she cheep.
Mist' Ashley an' Miss Melly Hamilton gittin' mah'ied. Den she quiet. down lak a bird w'en de hawk fly ober. But I don't see why. Ashley. don't mean anything to her, 'cept a friend.
She's not crazy about him. Girls set a. big store on knowing such things first.
But what if he hadn't told her it was tomorrow? It was. supposed to be a secret and a surprise, and a man's got a right to keep. We wouldn't have known it if Miss. Melly's aunt hadn't let it out. But Scarlett must have known he was. Miss Melly sometime.
Why, we've known it for years. The. Wilkes and Hamiltons always marry their own cousins. Everybody knew. he'd probably marry her some day, just like Honey Wilkes is going to. Miss Melly's brother, Charles. But I'm sorry she didn't ask us to supper.
I. swear I don't want to go home and listen to Ma take on about us being. It isn't as if this was the first time. You know what a. slick talker that little varmint is.
You know he always can smooth her. He has to talk around in.