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kangyimangei ([info]kangyimangei) wrote,
@ 2010-06-30 01:48:00

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Without planning or thought of...
Without planning or thought of consequences,
Scarlett looked at the man who had been her husband for so many
years
of lies"I love you, Rhett," she said with simple dignity"How
unfortunate for you, ScarlettYou always seem to be in love with
another woman's husband He lifted his cap politely"I have another
commitment, please excuse me if I leave you now He
turned
his back on her and walked awayScarlett looked after himShe felt
as if he had slapped her faceShe'd made no
demands
on him, she'd made a gift of the greatest thing she'd learned to
give
And he'd trampled it into the muckHe'd made a fool of herNo,
she'd made a fool of herselfScarlett stood there, a brightly
colored, small isolated figure amid the noise and movement of women's tank watch replica the
horse
fair, for a measureless timeThen the world came back into focus,
and
she saw Rhett and his friend near another tent, in a circle of intent
spectatorsA different tweed-clad man was holding a restless bay by
the bridle, and a redfaced man wearing a plaid vest was swooping his
right arm down, in the familiar motions of the horse trade
Scarlett imagined she could hear the slapping palms as he exhorted
Rhett's friend, and the horse's owner, to come to a dealHer feet
moved by themselves, marching across the space separating her from
themThere must have been people in her way, but she was
unconscious
of them, and somehow they melted awayThe dealer's voice was like
some ritual chant, cadenced and hypnotic: a hundred and twenty,
sir, you know that's a hermes borse handsome price, even for a beast as grand as
this one and you, sir, you can go twenty-five, isn't that the fact
of it, to add a noble animal like this to your stables one-forty?
Sure, you must add a little reasonableness to your thinking, the
gentleman's come up to one twenty-five, it's only the way of the world
for you to take a small step to meet him; say one-forty's your price
down from forty-two and we'll be making a deal before the day's out

One-forty it is, now see the generous nature of the man, you'll prove
you can match him, won't you now? Say one-thirty instead of one
twenty-five and there's only a breath between you, no more than can
be
for the cost of a pint or two Scarlett stepped into the triangle of
seller, buyer, and Her face black gucci bag was shockingly white above her green shirt,
her eyes greener than emeralds"One-forty," she said clearlyThe
dealer stared confused, his rhythm brokenScarlett spit into her right
hand and slapped it loudly against hisThen she spit again, looking
at the sellerHe lifted his hand and spat into the palm, then slapped
once, twice against hers in the age-old seal of deal madeThe dealer
could only spit and seal in acquiescenceScarlett looked at Rhett's
friend"I hope you're not too disappointed," she said in a honeyed
tone"Why, of course not, that is to say-" Rhett broke in"Bart,
I'd like you to meet Scarlett did not look at himO'Hara," she said to Rhett's bewildered companionShe held out
her spit-wet right hand
"John Morland," he said, and took her chanel tote grimy handHe bowed, kissed
it,
then smiled ruefully into her blazing eyes"You must be something to
see taking a fence, MrsTalk about leaving the field
behind!
Do you hunt around here?"
"I Dear heaven, what had she done? What could she say?
What was she going to do with a thoroughbred hunter in Ballyhara's
stable? "I confess, MrMorland, I just gave in to a woman's
impulse
I had to have this horse
"I felt the same wayBut not quickly enough, it seems," said the
cultivated English voice"I'd be honored if you'd join me some time,
join the hunt from my place, that isIt's near Dunsany, if you're
familiar with that part of the CountyShe'd been
in that part of the County not so long ago, at Kathleen's weddingNo
wonder the name John Morland was chanel j12 watches familiar


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