近期热门的优选书刊《飘》，轻松有趣温柔的治愈你(39)

“Surely, it can"t be Miss Scarlett！”
“Oh, Mr. Kennedy！”she cried, splashing across the road, and leaning on the muddy wheel, heedless of further damage to the cloak.“I was never so glad to see anybody in my life！”
He colored with pleasure at the obvious sincerity of her words, hastily squirted a stream of tobacco juice from the opposite side of the buggy and leaped spryly to the ground. He shook her hand enthusiastically and holding upthe tarpaulin, assisted her into the buggy.
“Miss Scarlett, what are you doing over in this section by yourself？Don"t you know it"s dangerous these days？And you are soaking wet. Here, wrap the robe around your feet.”
As he fussed over her, clucking like a hen, she gave herself up to the luxury of being taken care of. It was nice to have a man fussing and clucking and scolding, even if it was only that old maid in pants, Frank Kennedy.It was especially soothing after Rhett"s brutal treatment.And oh, how good to see a County face when she was so far from home！He was well dressed, she noticed, and the buggy was new too.The horse looked young and well fed, but Frank looked far older than his years, older than on that Christmas eve when he had been at Tara with his men.He was thin and sallow faced and his yellow eyes were watery and sunken in creases of loose flesh.His ginger-colored beard was scantier than ever, streaked with tobacco juice and as ragged as if he clawed at it incessantly.But he looked bright and cheerful, in contrast with the lines of sorrow and worry and weariness which Scarlett saw in faces everywhere.