近期热门的优选书刊《飘》，轻松有趣温柔的治愈你(36)

It was raining when she came out of the building and the sky was adull putty color. The soldiers on the square had taken shelter in their huts and the streets were deserted.There was no vehicle in sight and she knew she would have to walk the long way home.
The brandy glow faded as she trudged along. The cold wind made her shiver and the chilly needle-like drops drove hard into her face.The rain quickly penetrated Aunt Pitty"s thin cloak until it hung in clammy folds about her.She knew the velvet dress was being ruined and as for the tail feathers on the bonnet, they were as drooping and draggled as when their former owner had worn them about the wet barn yard of Tara.The bricks of the sidewalk were broken and, for long stretches, completely gone.In these spots the mud was ankle deep and her slippers stuck in it as if it were glue, even coming completely off her feet.Every time she bent over to retrieve them, the hem of the dress fell in the mud.She did not even try to avoid puddles but stepped dully into them, dragging her heavy skirts after her.She could feel her wet petticoat and pantalets cold about her ankles, but she was beyond caring about the wreck of the costume on which she had gambled so much.She was chilled and disheartened and desiderate.