Gone with the Wind

by Margaret Mitchell

runt

vermilion

petrified

waving their hats and yelling back to her.

glad to have us for supper.” Stuart looked a little discomforted. “No, don’t let’s go there. They’ll be

get home tonight,” said Stuart gloomily. “Look, Brent. I guess this means we don’t go to Europe.

farmer, not a big planter, and if the boys thought enough of him to elect him lieutenant, then it’s not for any

away, she went back to her chair like a sleepwalker. Her face felt stiff as from pain and her mouth actually hurt from having stretched it, unwillingly,

“Land is the only thing in the world that amounts to anything,” he shouted, his thick, short arms making wide gestures of indignation, “for ’tis the only thing in this world that lasts, and don’t you be forgetting it! ’Tis the only thing worth working for, worth fighting for—worth dying for.”

unbefuddled

Scarlett, looking at him with the affectionate contempt that mothers feel for small swaggering