Chapter 3: Going to England
The scenery of the world seemed to pass away in a torrent of seconds, trees and rivers all bended together, the butterflies were no more than spots of color on an azure sky, and the world was merely a place, a background, a beauty unrivaled. Through this beauty, a jagged scar ran through, and on top of the scar was a train, speeding past everything as if in a hurry to get someplace.not noticing true beauty. It was on this train that Scarlet and the Williams were to be found, dinning in a lavish room.
".all the horses are so scrawny, small, and weasel-like. Why I beat a thousand dollars that my horse could beat those! Pure breeds, ha! More like halfling breeds. Abigail isn't Jo an absolute darling?" asked John William, a large man who served as in the infantry for the Union. Despite his Yankee heritage, William was magnanimous man to whom Abigail was quite loving and kind.he was in fact, the only being Abigail liked on the planet.
"Why yes of course," Abigail responded to John. Turning to Scarlet, Abigail said, "You must see Jo, John named him after Jo in Little Women. I just love that novel and Jo is absolutely a wonderful character. What books do you like Scarlet?" asked Abigail-she knew perfectly well that Scarlet could barely read like an educated person.
"Well, I.I.I don't read books that much," stammered Scarlet.
"Why, you must have like something. Did you like War and Peace? Oh, what about Anna Karenina? Those are absolute classics!"
Scarlet mustered to control her facing, feeling foolish and angry at the same time, "Well, I can't say, I love them both so much. I can't really tell you what parts I like either.motherhood has had that affect. Children nagging you all the time. Why Wade wouldn't leave me alone forever!"
"Yes, well you left him," replied Abigail. "I believe I've had enough for dinner. That was a wonderful course; I must find the chef and tell him so. John dear, are you done? Lovely, why don't we go compliment the chef together and then go to our rooms for a respite? Goodnight Scarlet, and I really hope it's alright with Mr. Moffat that we stay in his home."
"Why my uncle is absolutely delighted to have you there.goodnight Abigail, John," Scarlet said, glaring at Abigail with her bright emerald eyes.
"Oh, I hate that girl more than anything in the world.just like India, expect worse and wealthy. I could just squeeze her to death, and ohhh! Yankee!" thought Scarlet as the train sped on.
The following day, Scarlet and Williams boarded the S.S. Anne.it would take them to England and to Rhett.
The scenery of the world seemed to pass away in a torrent of seconds, trees and rivers all bended together, the butterflies were no more than spots of color on an azure sky, and the world was merely a place, a background, a beauty unrivaled. Through this beauty, a jagged scar ran through, and on top of the scar was a train, speeding past everything as if in a hurry to get someplace.not noticing true beauty. It was on this train that Scarlet and the Williams were to be found, dinning in a lavish room.
".all the horses are so scrawny, small, and weasel-like. Why I beat a thousand dollars that my horse could beat those! Pure breeds, ha! More like halfling breeds. Abigail isn't Jo an absolute darling?" asked John William, a large man who served as in the infantry for the Union. Despite his Yankee heritage, William was magnanimous man to whom Abigail was quite loving and kind.he was in fact, the only being Abigail liked on the planet.
"Why yes of course," Abigail responded to John. Turning to Scarlet, Abigail said, "You must see Jo, John named him after Jo in Little Women. I just love that novel and Jo is absolutely a wonderful character. What books do you like Scarlet?" asked Abigail-she knew perfectly well that Scarlet could barely read like an educated person.
"Well, I.I.I don't read books that much," stammered Scarlet.
"Why, you must have like something. Did you like War and Peace? Oh, what about Anna Karenina? Those are absolute classics!"
Scarlet mustered to control her facing, feeling foolish and angry at the same time, "Well, I can't say, I love them both so much. I can't really tell you what parts I like either.motherhood has had that affect. Children nagging you all the time. Why Wade wouldn't leave me alone forever!"
"Yes, well you left him," replied Abigail. "I believe I've had enough for dinner. That was a wonderful course; I must find the chef and tell him so. John dear, are you done? Lovely, why don't we go compliment the chef together and then go to our rooms for a respite? Goodnight Scarlet, and I really hope it's alright with Mr. Moffat that we stay in his home."
"Why my uncle is absolutely delighted to have you there.goodnight Abigail, John," Scarlet said, glaring at Abigail with her bright emerald eyes.
"Oh, I hate that girl more than anything in the world.just like India, expect worse and wealthy. I could just squeeze her to death, and ohhh! Yankee!" thought Scarlet as the train sped on.
The following day, Scarlet and Williams boarded the S.S. Anne.it would take them to England and to Rhett.