1 The still hot darkness wrapped her like a dream.
2 The dream returned again and again, whenever she went to sleep with an empty stomach.
3 I didn't dream you'd faint, though the Lord knows you've had enough today to kill you.
4 She wouldn't even dream of saying to him boldly that she loved him--that would never do.
5 He came close to her, looking at her in a dazed way as if he believed she was part of a dream.
6 And the congratulations afterward and the kissing and the toasts and the dancing--all, all like a dream.
7 It was a wonderful day for Charles, a dream day, and he had fallen in love with Scarlett with no effort at all.
8 She was less frightened also because life had taken on the quality of a dream, a dream too terrible to be real.
9 Scarlett came abruptly out of her dream of delight, for she had neglected to make the responses and her mother was looking at her reprovingly.
10 Gradually the plantation widened out, as Gerald bought more acres lying near him, and in time the white house became a reality instead of a dream.
11 We are alike, Melanie, loving the same quiet things, and I saw before us a long stretch of uneventful years in which to read, hear music and dream.
12 He was still a young girl's dream of the Perfect Knight and her dream asked no more than acknowledgment of his love, went no further than hopes of a kiss.
13 It was always the same dream, the details never varied, but the terror of it mounted each time it came to her and the fear of experiencing it again troubled even her waking hours.
14 The week had passed swiftly, like a dream, a dream fragrant with the smell of pine boughs and Christmas trees, bright with little candles and home-made tinsel, a dream where minutes flew as rapidly as heartbeats.
15 She knew now that, whether she liked it or not, she had the plantation and all its people on her two inexperienced hands, for Gerald still sat quietly, like a man in a dream, so frighteningly absent from Tara, so gentle.
16 Afterward she remembered, as from a dream, the hundreds of candles flaring on the walls, her mother's face, loving, a little bewildered, her lips moving in a silent prayer for her daughter's happiness, Gerald flushed with brandy and pride that his daughter was marrying both money, a fine name and an old one--and Ashley, standing at the bottom of the steps with Melanie's arm through his.
17 This was all a dream, this smoke-filled dim room, the scrawny girls, Mammy shapeless and huge crouching beside the bed, Dilcey a still bronze image with the sleeping pink morsel against her dark breast--all a dream from which she would awake, to smell bacon frying in the kitchen, hear the throaty laughter of the negroes and the creaking of wagons fieldward bound, and Ellen's gentle insistent hand upon her.
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