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@@@@@So he left her alone; she might prefer not to see him for a few daysStrong people didn't like witnesses to their weak momentsWould he ever really get to know this woman? In the morning, he found Scarlett was sitting at his kitchen table, eating the only eggs he had"You're right, you know, ColumThey are a lot better with saltAnd you might start thinking about good tenants for my housesThey'll have to be prosperous because everything in those houses is the best there is, and I expect a good rent Scarlett was profoundly hurt, even though she didn't show it again and never referred to itShe continued to ride over to Daniel's in the trap several times a week, and she worked just as hard as ever on Ballyhara, although her pregnancy was increasingly burdensomeBy the end of September the town was doneEvery building was clean, freshly painted inside and out, with strong doors and good chimneys and tight roofs The population was growing by leaps and boundsThere were two more bars, a cobbler's shop for boots and harness, the dry-goods store that had moved from Bective, an elderly priest for the small Catholic church, two teachers for the school, which would begin classes as soon as authorization came from Dublin, a nervous young lawyer who was hoping to build a practice, with an even more nervous young wife who peered from behind her lace curtains at the people on the streetThe farmers' children played games in the street, their wives sat on their doorsteps and gossiped, the post rider from Trim came every day to leave the mail with the scholarly gentleman who had opened a shop with books and writing paper and ink in the one-room annex to the drygoods storeThere was a promise that an official post office would be designated after the first of the year, and a doctor had taken the lease on the largest of the houses, to begin occupancy the first week of NovemberThis last was the best news of all for ScarlettThe only hospital in the area was at the Work House in Dunshauglin, fourteen miles away She'd never seen a Work House, the last refuge of the penniless, and she hoped she never wouldShe firmly believed in work instead of begging, but she'd rather not have to look at the unfortunates who ended up thereAnd it was certainly no way for a baby to start lifeThat was more her styleHe'd be right at hand, too, for croup and chicken pox and all those things babies always gotNow all she had to do was put out word that she'd want a wet nurse in mid-NovemberAnd get the house ready"Where is this perfect Fitzpatrick woman of yours, Colum? I thought you told me she'd agreed to come a month ag