Gone with the Wind. Volume 2 / Унесенные ветром. Том 2. Маргарет Митчелл

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      “Yes, he does!” she cried, pushing back the memory of Ashley's lips.

      “My dear, he doesn't even know you've got a mind. If it was your mind that attracted him, he would not need to struggle against you, as he must have done to keep this love so-shall we say 'holy'? He could rest easily for, after all, a man can admire a woman's mind and soul and still be an honorable gentleman and true to his wife. But it must be difficult for him to reconcile the honor of the Wilkeses with coveting your body as he does.”

      “You judge everybody's mind by your own vile one!”

      “Oh, I've never denied coveting you, if that's what you mean. But, thank God, I'm not bothered about matters of honor. What I want I take if I can get it, and so I wrestle neither with angels nor devils. What a merry hell you must have made for Ashley! Almost I can be sorry for him.”

      “I–I make a hell for him?”

      “Yes, you! There you are, a constant temptation to him, but like most of his breed he prefers what passes in these parts as honor to any amount of love. And it looks to me as if the poor devil now had neither love nor honor to warm himself!”

      “He has love!..I mean, he loves me!”

      “Does he? Then answer me this and we are through for the day and you can take the money and throw it in the gutter for all I care.”

      Rhett rose to his feet and threw his half-smoked cigar into the spittoon. There was about his movements the same pagan freedom and leashed power Scarlett had noted that night Atlanta fell, something sinister and a little frightening. “If he loved you, then why in hell did he permit you to come to Atlanta to get the tax money? Before I'd let a woman I loved do that, I'd-”

      “He didn't know! He had no idea that I-”

      “Doesn't it occur to you that he should have known?” There was barely suppressed savagery in his voice. “Loving you as you say he does, he should have known just what you would do when you were desperate. He should have killed you rather than let you come up here-and to me, of all people! God in Heaven!”

      “But he didn't know!”

      “If he didn't guess it without being told, he'll never know anything about you and your precious mind.”

      How unfair he was! As if Ashley was a mind reader! As if Ashley could have stopped her, even had he known! But, she knew suddenly, Ashley could have stopped her. The faintest intimation from him, in the orchard, that some day things might be different and she would never have thought of going to Rhett. A word of tenderness, even a parting caress when she was getting on the train, would have held her back. But he had only talked of honor. Yet-was Rhett right? Should Ashley have known her mind? Swiftly she put the disloyal thought from her. Of course, he didn't suspect. Ashley would never suspect that she would even think of doing anything so immoral. Ashley was too fine to have such thoughts. Rhett was just trying to spoil her love. He was trying to tear down what was most precious to her. Some day, she thought viciously, when the store was on its feet and the mill doing nicely and she had money, she would make Rhett Butler pay for the misery and humiliation he was causing her.

      He was standing over her, looking down at her, faintly amused. The emotion which had stirred him was gone.

      “What does it all matter to you anyway?” she asked. “It's my business and Ashley's and not yours.”

      He shrugged.

      “Only this. I have a deep and impersonal admiration for your endurance, Scarlett, and I do not like to see your spirit crushed beneath too many millstones. There's Tara. That's a man-sized job in itself. There's your sick father added on. He'll never be any help to you. And the girls and the darkies. And now you've taken on a husband and probably Miss Pittypat, too. You've enough burdens without Ashley Wilkes and his family on your hands.”

      “He's not on my hands. He helps-”

      “Oh, for God's sake,” he said impatiently. “Don't let's have any more of that. He's no help. He's on your hands and he'll be on them, or on somebody's, till he dies. Personally, I'm sick of him as a topic of conversation… How much money do you want?”

      Vituperative words rushed to her lips. After all his insults, after dragging from her those things which were most precious to her and trampling on them, he still thought she would take his money!

      But the words were checked unspoken. How wonderful it would be to scorn his offer and order him out of the store! But only the truly rich and the truly secure could afford this luxury. So long as she was poor, just so long would she have to endure such scenes as this. But when she was rich-oh, what a beautiful warming thought that was! – when she was rich, she wouldn't stand anything she didn't like, do without anything she desired or even be polite to people unless they pleased her.

      I shall tell them all to go to Halifax, she thought, and Rhett Butler will be the first one!

      The pleasure in the thought brought a sparkle into her green eyes and a half-smile to her lips. Rhett smiled too.

      “You're a pretty person, Scarlett,” he said. “Especially when you are meditating devilment. And just for the sight of that dimple I'll buy you a baker's dozen of mules if you want them.”

      The front door opened and the counter boy entered, picking his teeth with a quill. Scarlett rose, pulled her shawl about her and tied her bonnet strings firmly under her chin. Her mind was made up.

      “Are you busy this afternoon? Can you come with me now?” she asked.

      “Where?”

      “I want you to drive to the mill with me. I promised Frank I wouldn't drive out of town by myself.”

      “To the mill in this rain?”

      “Yes, I want to buy that mill now, before you change your mind.”

      He laughed so loudly the boy behind the counter started and looked at him curiously.

      “Have you forgotten you are married? Mrs. Kennedy can't afford to be seen driving out into the country with that Butler reprobate, who isn't received in the best parlors. Have you forgotten your reputation?”

      “Reputation, fiddle-dee-dee! I want that mill before you change your mind or Frank finds out that I'm buying it. Don't be a slow poke, Rhett. What's a little rain? Let's hurry.”

* * *

      That sawmill! Frank groaned every time he thought of it, cursing himself for ever mentioning it to her. It was bad enough for her to sell her earrings to Captain Butler (of all people!) and buy the mill without even consulting her own husband about it, but it was worse still that she did not turn it over to him to operate. That looked bad. As if she did not trust him or his judgment.

      Frank, in common with all men he knew, felt that a wife should be guided by her husband's superior knowledge, should accept his opinions in full and have none of her own. He would have given most women their own way. Women were such funny little creatures and it never hurt to humor their small whims. Mild and gentle by nature, it was not in him to deny a wife much. He would have enjoyed gratifying the foolish notions of some soft little person and scolding her lovingly for her stupidity and extravagance. But the things Scarlett set her mind on were unthinkable.

      That sawmill, for example. It was the shock СКАЧАТЬ