1 She stood aside, smiling silently, while he entered, and then moved away from him with something soft and flowing in her gait.
2 It was little more than a year ago, on just such a soft afternoon, with a "feel" of spring in the air.
3 And now it was as though he felt rather than heard the twittering; it seemed to be under his palm, which rested on something soft and springy.
4 Although born to the ease of plantation life, waited on hand and foot since infancy, the faces of the three on the porch were neither slack nor soft.
5 From within the house floated the soft voice of Scarlett's mother, Ellen O'Hara, as she called to the little black girl who carried her basket of keys.
6 He backed his big red horse and then, putting spurs to his side, lifted him easily over the split rail fence into the soft field of Gerald O'Hara's plantation.
7 She had wanted him, in that first instant, wanted him as simply and unreasoningly as she wanted food to eat, horses to ride and a soft bed on which to lay herself.
8 It had never occurred to him that only one voice was obeyed on the plantation--the soft voice of his wife Ellen.
9 She spoke in the soft slurring voice of the coastal Georgian, liquid of vowels, kind to consonants and with the barest trace of French accent.
10 The laughter and talking rose and fell in the dark night air, pleasant, homely, carefree sounds, gutturally soft, musically shrill.
11 Then, wheels ground sharply on the graveled driveway, and the soft murmur of Ellen's voice dismissing the coachman floated into the room.
12 The Litany of the Virgin was beginning, and obediently Scarlett responded: "Pray for us," as Ellen praised in soft contralto the attributes of the Mother of God.
13 A balmy, soft warmth poured into the room, heavy with velvety smells, redolent of many blossoms, of newly fledged trees and of the moist, freshly turned red earth.
14 He was a nice-looking boy with a riot of soft brown curls on his white forehead and eyes as deep brown, as clean and as gentle as a collie dog's.
15 Moving from group to group, drawling in their soft voices, they were as handsome as blooded stallions and as dangerous.