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@@@@@I’d be glad to have itBut not if it means going
back to Atlanta right nowI might as well show my cards ’cause you
already know about itI did some mighty foolish things, and there’s
no taking them backRight this minute I haven’t got a friend in the
whole state of Georgia”I’m making friends in Charleston, though
You might not want to believe it, but it’s trueAnd I’m learning a
lot, tooAs soon as people in Atlanta have enough time to forget a
few things, I figure I can make up for my mistakes”So I’ve got a
deal to offer youYou stop acting so hateful to me, you act nice and
help me have a good time
We go through the Season like a devoted, happy husband and wife
Then, come spring, I’ll go home and start over She held her
breath
He had to say yes, he just had toThe Season lasted for almost eight
weeks, and they’d be together every dayThere wasn’t a man on two
feet that she couldn’t have eating out of her hand if he was around her
that muchRhett was different from other men, but not that
different
There’d never been a man she couldn’t get
“With the money, you mean
“Well of course with the moneyDo you take me for a fool?”
“That’s not exactly my idea of a deal, ScarlettThere’s nothing in it
for meYou take the money I’m willing to pay you to leave, but you
don’t leaveHow do I benefit?” I don’t stay forever, and I don’t
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@@@@@I wondered if I should wake her,
and decided to let her sleepThen I glanced right,
toward the wide main staircase, and thought of her
saying Oh, you’ll find it on the second floor
landing
Find what?
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Probably it had been just another bit of gibberish,
but I had nothing better to do, so I walked down
the hall that would have been a dogtrot in a
humbler house – the rain tapping the glass ceiling
- and then climbed the wide staircaseI stopped
five risers from the top, staring, then slowly
climbed the rest of the wayThere was something,
after all: an enormous black-and-white photograph
in a frame of narrow banded goldI asked Wireman
later how a black-and-white from the nineteentwenties
could have been blown up to such a size -
it had to have been at least five feet tall by
four wide – with so little blurringHe said it
had probably been taken with a Hasselblad, the
finest non-digital camera ever made
There were eight people in the photograph,
standing on white sand with the Gulf of Mexico in
the backgroundThe man was tall and handsome and
appeared to be in his mid-fortiesHe was wearing
a black bathing singlet that consisted of a strapstyle
shirt and trunks that looked like the closefitting
underwear basketball players wear nowadays
Ranged on either side of him stood five girls, the
oldest a ripe teenager, the youngest identical
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towheads that made me think of the Bobbsey Twins
from my earliest adventures in readingThe twins
were wearing identical bathing dresses with
frilled skirts, and holding handsIn their free
hands they clasped dangly-legged, apron-wearing
Raggedy Ann dolls that made me think of Reba
and the dark yarn hair above the vacantly smiling
faces of the twins’ dolls was surely REDIn the
crook of one arm, the man – John Eastlake, I had
no doubt – held girl number six, the toddler who
would eventually become the snoring crone below me
Behind the white folks stood a young black woman
of perhaps twenty-two, with her hair tied in a
kerchiefShe was holding a picnic basket, and
judging from the way the not-inconsiderable
muscles in her arms were bunched, it was heavy
Three bangled silver bracelets clung to one
forearm
Elizabeth was smiling and holding out her chubby
little hands to whoever had taken this family
portraitNo one else was smiling, although there
might have been the ghost of one lurking around
the corners of the man’s mouth; he had a mustache,
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and that made it hard to tellThe young black
nanny looked positively grim
In the hand not occupied with supporting the
toddler, John Eastlake held two itemsOne was a
skin diver’s facemaskThe other was the harpoon
pistol I had seen mounted on the wall of the
library with the other weaponsThe question, it
seemed to me, was whether or not some rational
Elizabeth had come out of the mental fog long
enough to send me up

@@@@@This was unplotted terrain of his mind as well, and he halted many times, wiped his forehead, and tried unsuccessfully to conceal his anxiety from himselfThe steady murmur of voices in the tent, the steady bustle of men moving from desk to desk, or the draftsmen humming over their work, irritated himOnce or twice he looked up, glared balefully at whoever was talking, and then returned to his work with an audible grunt
The telephone rang frequently and despite himself Dalleson began to listen to the conversationsOnce for several minutes, Hearn chatted with some other officer over the phone, and Dalleson finally threw down his pencil and shouted, “Goddammit, why don’t you men all shut up and get to work?” It was obviously directed toward Hearn, who murmured something into the receiver and hung up after staring thoughtfully at Dalleson
“Did you give those papers to Hobart?” he asked Hearn
“What the hell you been doing since then?”
Hearn grinned and lit a cigarette”Nothing in particular, Major There was a subdued titter from a few of the clerks in the tent
Dalleson stood up, surprised to find himself suddenly in a rage, “I don’t want any of your goddam lip, HearnIt was bad to reprimand an officer in front of enlisted men”Go over and help Leach
For several seconds Hearn stood motionless, and then he nodded, sauntered carelessly over to Leach’s desk, and sat down beside himDalleson had trouble in getting back to workIn the weeks that had elapsed since the division had stalled on the line, Dalleson had expressed his concern by driving his menHe would worry frequently that his subordinates were slacking off and the work was becoming sloppyTo correct that, he was after his clerks all the time to make them retype papers in which there was one error or even one erasure, and he consistently bullied his junior officers to produce more workIt was basically a superstitionDalleson believed that if he could make his own small unit function perfectly the rest of the division would follow his examplePart of the discomfort Hearn had caused him until now had come from Dalleson’s conviction that Hearn cared very little about the workIt was a dangerous business”One man can louse up an outfit,” was one of Dalleson’s axioms, and Hearn was a threatIt was the first time he could ever remember a subordinate telling him that he had been doing nothingWhen that started happeningDalleson fretted through the rest of the afternoon, outlined the march order very uncertainly, and an hour before evening chow had finished enough of the battle plan to present it to the General

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“I am “Then you’re a fool Scarlett’s jaw droppedThe whiplash in
Rosemary’s voice shocked her more than the insultWhy, she sounds
just like Julia AshleyA half hour with that old she-dragon and
Rosemary’s turned into a monsterShe turned hurriedly to prada logo the
window
againIt was beginning to get darkWhat was happening? She
couldn’t see a thingOnly dark shapes on the dark groundWas Rhett
one of them?
She couldn’t tellShe put her ear against the windowpane and
strained
to hearThe only sound was a muffled whimpering pasha cartier watch from PansyIf I
don’t do something I’ll go mad, she thought, and she began to pace
back
and forth across the small room”Why does a big plantation like this
have such cramped little bedrooms?” she complained”You could fit
two rooms like this into any one of cartier must 21 the rooms atTara
“Do you really want to know? Then sit downThere’s a rocker over by
the other windowYou can rock instead of walking
I’ll light the lamp and I’ll tell you all about Dunmore Landing if
you’d like to hear
“I can’t bear to sit still! I’m going Jimmy choo handbag down there and find out what’s
going on Scarlett groped in the darkness for the doorknob”If you
do, he’ll never forgive you,” said RosemaryScarlett’s hand fell to
her sideThe match striking was as loud as a pistol shotScarlett
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@@@@@I know it’s wrong to ask,
but-”
A new thought struck himHe got to his feet and
stared out at the waterThe
skin was so tight on his cheekbones that it shone
His hair hung over his ears in clumps, badly
needing a wash
“If I die – and I could, I could go out in a wink
just like Senor Brown – you’ll have to take over
here until the estate can find a new live-inIt
won’t be much of a hardship, you can paint right
out hereThe light’s great, isn’t it? The light’s
terrific!”
He was starting to scare me”Wireman-”
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He whirled around and now his eyes were blazing,
the left one seemingly through a net of blood
“Promise, Edgar! We need a plan! If we don’t have
one, they’ll cart her away and put her in a home
and she’ll be dead in a month! In a week! I know
it! So promise!”
I thought he might be rightAnd I thought that if
I wasn’t able to take some of the pressure off his
boiler, he was apt to have another seizure right
in front of meThen I said, “You
may end up living a lot longer than you think,
WiremanBut I’ll write everything down anyway
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He once more offered me the Palacio golf cart for
the return trip to Big PinkI told him I’d be
fine walking, but I wouldn’t mind having a glass
of juice before setting out
Now I enjoy fresh-squeezed Florida oj as much as
anyone, but I confess to having an ulterior motive
that particular morningHe left me in the little
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receiving room at the beach end of El Palacio’s
glassed-in center hallHe used this room as an
office, although how a man who couldn’t read for
more than five minutes at a stretch could deal
with correspondence was beyond meI guessed – and
this touched me – that Elizabeth might have helped
him, and quite a lot, before her own condition
began to worsen
Coming in for breakfast, I had glanced into this
room and spied a certain gray folder lying on the
closed lid of a laptop for which Wireman probably
had little use these daysI flipped it open now
and took one of the three X-rays
“Big glass or little glass?” Wireman called from
the kitchen, startling me so badly that I almost
dropped the sheet in my hand
“Medium’s fine!” I called backI tucked the X-ray
film into my collection pouch and flipped the
folder closed againFive minutes later I was
trudging back up the beach
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The patrol no longer had the chance of a snowball in hellEven if the pass were open now, the Japs would know where they were, guess their mission easily enoughIf they ever got into the Japanese rear, it would be almost impossible to remain unobservedLooking back on it now, the patrol had never had a chance of succeedingThis was one time Cummings had dropped the ball
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Was it revenge? Only it became even dirtier than thatFor at the heart of it was not revenge but vindicationHe wanted Cummings to approve of him againHearn turned over on his stomach
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“DunnoBut Channel 6 is gonna love it
“Plenty of warning, though, right? Property damage
is fine, but no one gets killed
“No one gets killed,” I agreed, hoping this would
be true, but once that phantom limb was given free
rein, all bets were offThat’s Cartier Watches Tortue why my second
career had to endBut there would be this one
final picture, because I meant to be fully avenged
And not just for Illy; for Perse’s other victims,
as well
“Do you hear from Jack?” Wireman asked
“Just about every weekHe’s going to FSU in
Tallahassee in the fallIn the meantime,
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Charlotte
“Was that also your treat?”
“Actually Since Jack’s father died of
Crohn’s Disease, he and his mother had had a bit
of a tough skate
“And your idea?”
“Right again
“So you think Port Charlotte’s going to be far
enough south to be safe
“And north? What about Tampa?”
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“A tight little Alice
We sat looking at each other, and the girls
cruised by again in their sportabout, laughing
louder and waving more enthusiastically than
beforeSweet bird of youth, flying on afternoon
wine coolers
When they were gone, Wireman said: “Miss
Eastlake’s surviving relatives are never going tiffany price to
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have to worry about getting building permits for
their new property, are they?”
“I don’t think so, no
He thought it over, then noddedSend the
whole island to Davy Jones’s locker He picked up the silver cylinder, turned his
attention to the little orange flag over the
fissure that splits the middle of Lake Phalen,
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room
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leaving less than a weekShe didn’t want to go-Luke would be there,
how could she face him? With her head held high, it was the – way
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Viceregal private apartmentsShe also found in a sealed envelope the
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Scarlett laughed, deep in her throatAn orangutan in fine clothes,
was she? No, she was not, and the pile of invitations proved it
She was The O’hara of Ballyhara, Irish and proud of itShe was an
original! It made no difference that Luke was in chanel earrings DublinLet him
sneer all he likedShe could look him in the eye without fear or
shame, and be damned to himShe sorted through the pile, picking
and
choosing, and a tiny bubble of excitement rose in her heartIt was
nice to be wanted, nice to wear pretty gowns and dance in pretty
rooms
So what if the social world of Dublin was Anglo? She knew enough
now
to recognize that Society’s smiles and frowns, rules and
transgressions, honors and ostracisms, rolex oyster perpetual day-date triumphs and losses, were all
part of a gameNone of it was important, none of it mattered to the
world of reality outside the gilded ballrooms
But games were made to be played, and she was a good playerShe
was
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with push, with energyFive Points was the Atlanta Scarlett lovedToday Five Points was in her way, Atlanta was holding
her backI’ve got to make that train, I’ll die if I miss it, I’ve got
to get to Mammy and Tara or I’ll break down”Elias,” she yelled, “I
don’t care if you whip the horses to death, I don’t care if you run
over every single person on the street Her
horses were the strongest, her coachman the most skillful, her
carriage
the best that money could buyNothing better get in her way,
nothing
She made the train with time to spareThere was a loud burst of
steamScarlett held her breath, listening for the first clunking
revolution of the wheels that meant the train was movingAnd the rattling, shaking of the
carShe was on her way at lastEverything was going to be all
rightShe was going home to TaraShe pictured it, sunny and bright,
the white house gleaming, glistening green leaves of cape jasmine
bushes studded with perfect, waxen white blossomsHeavy dark rain
sluiced down the window beside her when the train left the station, but
no matterAt Tara there’d be a fire in the living room, crackling
from pine cones thrown onto the logs, and the curtains would be
drawn,
shutting out the rain and the darkness and the worldShe’d lay her
head on Mammy’s soft broad bosom and tell her all the horrible things
that had happenedThen she’d be able to think, to work everything
out
Hissing steam and squealing wheels jerked Scarlett’s head
upright
Was this Jonesboro already? She must have dozed off, and no
wonder, as
tired as she wasShe hadn’t been able to sleep for two nights, even
with the brandy to calm her nerves
No, the station was Rough and ReadyStill an hour to JonesboroAt
least the rain had stopped; there was even a patch of blue sky up
ahe