What Will The South Be

It Was Not Often That She Was Alone Like This And She Did Not Like It. When She Was Alone She Had To Think And, These Days, Thoughts Were Not So Pleasant.

Forgive Me For Startling You With The Impetuosity Of My Sentiments, My Dear Scarlett—i Mean, My Dear Mrs. Kennedy. It Cannot Have Escaped Your Notice That For Some Time Past The Friendship I Have Had In My Heart For You Has Ripened Into A Deeper Feeling, A Feeling More Beautiful, More Pure, More Sacred. Dare I Name It You? Ah! It Is Love Which Makes Me So Bold!

I Won't Think Of It Now. I Can't Stand It Now. I'll Think Of It Later.

All She Wanted Was A Breathing Space In Which To Hurt.

He Made Her Play And She Had Almost Forgotten How. Life Had Been So Serious And So Bitter. He Knew How To Play And Swept Her Along With Him.