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@@@@@Her hair was piled high
on her head in a mass of curls and tendrils so artful that they looked
almost happenstanceThe white satin glimmered the narrow length of
her body, and a silver-encrusted white satin train spread in a sinuous
semicircle around the white satin slippers, with silver eelsWhy, I
look like Grandma Robillard's portrait more than I look like meThe
years of habitual girlishness fell awayShe was looking at woman, not
the flirtatious belle of Clayton CountyAnd she liked hat she saw
very muchShe was mystified and excited by this trangerHer soft
lips quivered faintly at the corners, and her tilted yes took on a
deeper, more mysterious sheenHer chin lifted in Supreme
self-confidence, and she looked directly into her own eyes with
challenge and approval
"That's it," whispered Charlotte Montague to herself"That's he
woman
to take all Ireland by stormThe whole world, if she ants it
"Easel," murmured the artist"Quickly, you cretinsI shall do
portrait that will make me famous
"I don't understand it," Scarlett said to Charlotte after the siting
"It's like I never saw that person before in my life, yet I knew

I'm confused, Charlotte
"My dear child, that is the beginning of wisdom 04
* * * "Charlotte, do let's ride one of those darling trams," Scarlett
begged"I deserve a reward after standing like a statue for hours ort
end It had been a long sitting, Charlotte agreed; future ones wnttl&
probably be shorterFor one thing it would likely rain, and w - good
light MNerve wouldn't be able to paint
"Then you agree? We'll take the tram?" Charlotte nodded