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@@@@@Ashley, too; she'd promised Melanie But she'd think about that laterShe'd come to Tara for country peace and quiet, she was determined to have some before she left After breakfast Suellen went out to the kitchenProbably to complain about something, Scarlett thought uncharitably It gave her a chance to be alone and peaceful The house is so quietThe children must be having their breakfast in the kitchen, and of course Will's long gone to the fields with Wade dogging his footsteps, just the way he used to when Will first came to Tara Wade'll be much happier here than in Atlanta, especially with Rhett gone- No, I won't think about that now, I'll go crazy if I doI'll just enjoy the peace and quiet, it's what I came forShe poured herself another cup of coffee, not caring that it was only lukewarm Sunlight through the window behind her illuminated the painting on the wall opposite, above the scarred sideboardWill had done a grand job repairing the furniture that the Yankee soldiers had broken up, but even he couldn't remove the deep gouges they'd made with their swords Or the bayonet wound in Grandma Robillard's portraitWhatever soldier had stabbed her must have been drunk, Scarlett figured, because he'd missed both the arrogant almost-sneer on Grandma's thin-nosed face and the bosoms that rounded up over her low cut gownAll he'd done was jab through her left earring, and now she looked even more interesting wearing just oneHer mother's mother was the only ancestor who really interested Scarlett, and it frustrated her that nobody would ever tell her enough about her grandmotherMarried three times, she had learned that much from her mother, but no detailsAnd Mammy always cut off tales of life in Savannah just when they started getting interesting There had been duels fought over Grandma, and the fashions of her day had been scandalous, with ladies deliberately wetting their thin muslin gowns so that they'd cling to their legs And the rest of them, too, from the look of things in the portrait I should blush just from thinking the kind of things I'm thinking, Scarlett told herselfBut she looked back over her shoulder at the portrait as she left the dining roomI wonder what she was really like? The sitting room showed the signs of poverty and constant use by a young family; Scarlett could hardly recognize the velvet-covered settee where she had posed herself prettily when beaux proposed And everything had been rearranged, t