近期热门的优选书刊《飘》，轻松有趣温柔的治愈你(78)

There came to her, from the recesses of her mind, words Rhett had spoken in the early years of the war about the money he made in the blockade. She had not taken the trouble to understand them then, but now they seemed perfectly clear and she wondered if it had been only her youth or plain stupidity which had kept her from appreciating them.
“There"s just as much money to be made in the wreck of a civilization as in the upbuilding of one.”
“This is the wreck he foresaw，”she thought，“and he was right. There"s still plenty of money to be made by anyone who isn"t afraid to work—or to grab.”
She saw Frank coming across the floor toward her with a glass of blackberry wine in his hand and a morsel of cake on a saucer and she pulled her face into a smile. It did not occur to her to question whether Tara was worth marrying Frank.She knew it was worth it and she never gave the matter a second thought.
She smiled up at him as she sipped the wine, knowing that her cheeks were more attractively pink than any of the dancers". She moved her skirts for him to sit by her and waved her handkerchief idly so that the faint sweet smell of the cologne could reach his nose.She was proud of the cologne, for no other woman in the room was wearing any and Frank had noticed it.In a fit of daring he had whispered to her that she was as pink and fragrant as a rose.