1 He's down in the orchard splittin rails.
2 Scarlett's search was futile until in the orchard she found a few apples.
3 The orchard was cleared of underbrush and only daisies grew beneath the long rows of trees.
4 She went through the orchard under the bare boughs and the damp weeds beneath them wet her feet.
5 Will didn't know what had taken place in the orchard that afternoon and how it had driven Scarlett to desperation.
6 She remembered her promise given last winter in the orchard, that she would never again throw herself at his head.
7 She remembered the cold wind that swept the orchard of Tara and Ashley standing by a pile of rails, his eyes looking beyond her.
8 Again Scarlett was back in the windy orchard of Tara and there was the same look in Rhett's eyes that had been in Ashley's eyes that day.
9 The faintest intimation from him, in the orchard, that some day things might be different and she would never have thought of going to Rhett.
10 Unbidden, Scarlett's mind went back to that day in the orchard when Ashley's arms shook as he held her, when his mouth was hot on hers as if he would never let her go.
11 Carreen, who had always been as delicately pink and white as the orchard blossoms that are scattered by the spring wind, was no longer pink but still conveyed in her sweet thoughtful face a blossomlike quality.
12 Even though she had not seen him in months, had not spoken to him alone since that fateful scene in the orchard, there had not been a day when she had not thought of him, been glad he was sheltered under her roof.
13 Why--why--it had been Ashley in the wintry, windswept orchard at Tara, talking of life and shadow shows with a tired calmness that had more finality in its timbre than any desperate bitterness could have revealed.
14 This was the first time they had been utterly alone since the cold day in the orchard at Tara, the first time their hands had met in any but formal gestures, and through the long months she had hungered for closer contact.
15 When the dawn had come and the sun was creeping over the black pines on the hills to the east, she rose from her tumbled bed and, seating herself on a stool by the window, laid her tired head on her arm and looked out over the barn yard and orchard of Tara toward the cotton fields.