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Rosemary's call came from aheadScarlett flicked the neck of her
horse with her crop and it walked marginally fasterRhett and
Rosemary
were already out of the wood when she reached themAt first all she
could see was Rhett, sharp-edged clear in the bright sunlightHow
handsome he is, and how well he sits his horse, not a sluggish old
thing
like mine, but a real horse with plenty of fire to himLook at the
way the horse's muscles are twitching under hisskin, yet he's still as
a statue, just from the grip of Rhett's knees and his hands on the
reinsRosemary gestured, catching Scarlett's eye, directing it
to the scene ahead, and Scarlett caught her breathShe had never
cared about architecture, never noticed itEven the magnificent
houses that made Charleston's Battery world-famous were to her just
houses
However there was something about the severe beauty of Julia
Ashley's
house at Ashley Barony that she recognized as different from anything
she'd ever known and grand in a way she couldn't defineIt sat
isolated in broad stretches of grass unadorned with garden, distant
from the ancient huge live oak trees that were wide-spaced sentinels
at
the perimeter of the lawnSquare, made of brick with white-framed
door and windows, the house was-"special," Scarlett whisperedNo
wonder that it alone of all the plantations on the river had been
spared the torches of Sherman's ArmyEven the Yankees wouldn't
dare
insult the mighty presence before her eyesThere was a sound of
laughter, followed by singingScarlett turned her headThe house
awed and intimidated herFar to her left she saw expanses of strong
insistent green completely different from the familiar deep rich color
of the grassDozens of black men and women were working and
singing
in the strange green
Why, they're field hands, tending the crop of whatever it isSo many
of them, tooHer mind flew to the cotton fields at Tara that had once
stretched as far as she could see, just as this strident green flowed
without bounds along the riverOh, yes, Rosemary's rightThis is a
real plantation, like a plantation's meant to be
