1 Not even Ashley could have filled the empty spaces in her heart where Tara had been uprooted.
2 He looked at her for a long space and then, leaning, scooped up a small wad of red clay from the ground.
3 All she wanted was a breathing space in which to hurt, a quiet place to lick her wounds, a haven in which to plan her campaign.
4 He drove her to and from the mills and on her round of customers, spitting and staring off into space while she talked and gave orders.
5 It did not come back to him readily and he spoke slowly, occasionally falling silent for a space as he waited for phrases to rise from his memory.
6 She would gladly have another child, several children, if they would take that look out of Rhett's eyes and fill up the aching spaces in her own heart.
7 Within the space of a few days the battles of Atlanta and of Ezra Church were fought, and both of them were major engagements which made Peachtree Creek seem like a skirmish.
8 She recalled how crowded this space had been with wagons and carriages and ambulances and how noisy with drivers swearing and yelling and people calling greetings to friends.
9 She pushed her way swiftly through the crowds, past the packed, hysterical mob surging in the open space of Five Points, and hurried as fast as she could down the short block toward the depot.
10 She looked about the rutted and cut-up space around the depot for the equipage of some old friend or acquaintance who might drive them to Aunt Pitty's house but she recognized no one, black or white.
11 In a space of time but little longer than Scarlett's seventeen years, Atlanta had grown from a single stake driven in the ground into a thriving small city of ten thousand that was the center of attention for the whole state.
12 In the open space around the depot, the soft ground had been cut and churned by the constant flow of traffic in and out until it resembled an enormous hog wallow, and here and there vehicles were mired to the hubs in the ruts.