It Had Been So Long Since She

Hunger Gnawed At Her Empty Stomach Again And She Said Aloud: 'as God Is My Witness, And God Is My Witness, The Yankees Aren't Going To Lick Me. I'm Going To Live Through This, And When It's Over, I'm Never Going To Be Hungry Again. No, Nor Any Of My Folks. If I Have To Steal Or Kill - As God Is My Witness, I'm Never Going To Be Hungry Again.

I Can't Think About That Right Now. If I Do, I'll Go Crazy. I'll Think About That Tomorrow.

Somehow The Bright Beauty Had Gone From April Afternoon And From Her Heart As Well And The Sad Sweetness Of Remembering Was As Bitter As Gall.

It Was This Feminine Conspiracy Which Made Southern Society So Pleasant. Women Knew That A Land Where Men Were Contented, Uncontradicted Ans Safe In Possession Of Unpunctured Vanity Was Likely To Be A Very Pleasant Place For Women To Live. So, From The Cradle To The Grave, Women Strove To Make Men Pleased With Themselves, And The Satisfied Men Repaid Lavishly With Gallantry And Adoration. In Fact, Men Willingly Gave Ladies Everything In The World Except Credit For Having Intelligence.

Now She Had A Fumbling Knowledge That, Had She Ever Understood Ashley, She Would Never Have Loved Him; Had She Ever Understood Rhett, She Would Never Have Lost Him.