1 Her head was wrapped in her shawl, and she was reading a book called "Kidney Troubles and Their Cure" on which he had had to pay extra postage only a few days before.
2 "I was greatly disturbed to hear of your recent conduct," ran Ellen's letter and Scarlett, who was reading it at the table, scowled.
3 When Scarlett first began secretly reading these letters, she had been so stricken of conscience and so fearful of discovery she could hardly open the envelopes for trembling.
4 Melanie was always generous with the letters, reading parts of them aloud to Aunt Pitty and Scarlett.
5 But it was the part she did not read that tormented Scarlett, that drove her to surreptitious reading of her sister-in-law's mail.
6 After all, she wasn't reading Melanie's mail to learn Ashley's puzzling and uninteresting ideas.
7 After reading the letters, she felt certain he did love her, Scarlett, even though he had married Melanie, and that certainty was almost all that she desired.
8 No pang of conscience at loving another woman's husband or reading that woman's mail disturbed her pleasure in her youth and charm and her renewed assurance of Ashley's love.
9 Scarlett bent her head over the blurred lists, reading rapidly, to find names of friends.
10 Aunt Pitty was heaving and sighing on her shoulder and, with small ceremony, Scarlett pushed her over into a corner of the carriage and continued her reading.
11 Scarlett rocked back and forth, lonely, miserable since reading the news from Tara, wishing that someone, anyone, even Mrs. Merriwether, were with her.
12 So great was the shortage of paper in the Confederacy now that Gerald's note was written between the lines of her last letter to him and reading it was difficult.
13 She seemed to be reading her mind and Scarlett dropped her eyes unwillingly, the first feeling of guilt at her intended conduct creeping over her.
14 The library at Bellomont was in fact never used for reading, though it had a certain popularity as a smoking-room or a quiet retreat for flirtation.
15 She had no idea of reading the letters; even to unfold Mrs. Haffen's dirty newspaper would have seemed degrading.