tailieunhanh - Gone With the Wind

Part One Chapter I Scarlett O’Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were. In her face were too sharply blended the delicate features of her mother, a Coast aristocrat of French descent, and the heavy ones of her florid Irish father. But it was an arresting face, pointed of chin, square of jaw. Her eyes were pale green without a touch of hazel, starred with bristly black lashes and slightly tilted at the ends. Above them, her thick black brows slanted upward, cutting a startling oblique line in her. | Gone With the Wind By Margaret Mitchell Courtesy Shahid Riaz Islamabad - Pakistan Gone With the Wind By Margaret Mitchell 2 Part One Chapter I Scarlett O Hara was not beautiful but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were. In her face were too sharply blended the delicate features of her mother a Coast aristocrat of French descent and the heavy ones of her florid Irish father. But it was an arresting face pointed of chin square of jaw. Her eyes were pale green without a touch of hazel starred with bristly black lashes and slightly tilted at the ends. Above them her thick black brows slanted upward cutting a startling oblique line in her magnolia-white skin that skin so prized by Southern women and so carefully guarded with bonnets veils and mittens against hot Georgia suns. Seated with Stuart and Brent Tarleton in the cool shade of the porch of Tara her father s plantation that bright April afternoon of 1861 she made a pretty picture. Her new green flowered-muslin dress spread its twelve yards of billowing material over her hoops and exactly matched the flat-heeled green morocco slippers her father had recently brought her from Atlanta. The dress set off to perfection the seventeen-inch waist the smallest in three counties and the tightly fitting basque showed breasts well matured for her sixteen years. But for all the modesty of her spreading skirts the demureness of hair netted smoothly into a chignon and the quietness of small white hands folded in her lap her true self was poorly concealed. The green eyes in the carefully sweet face were turbulent willful lusty with life distinctly at variance with her decorous demeanor. Her manners had been imposed upon her by her mother s gentle admonitions and the sterner discipline of her mammy her eyes were her own. On either side of her the twins lounged easily in their chairs squinting at the sunlight through tall mint-garnished glasses as they laughed and talked .