《Gone with the Wind》的笔记-第407页
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She, Scarlett O'Hara, was lying behind a negro cabin, in the midst of ruins, too sick and too weak to move, and no one in the world knew or cared. No one would care if they did know, for everyone had too many troubles of their own to worry about her. And all this was happening to her, Scarlett O'Hara, who had never raised her hand even to pick up her discarded stockings from the floor or to tie the laces of her slippers--- Scarlett, whose littl eheadaches and tempers had been coddled and catered to all her life.When she arose at last and saw again the black ruins of Twelve Oaks, her head was raised high and something that was yough and beauty and potential tenderness had gone out of her face forever. What was past was past. Those who were dead were dead. The lazy luxury of the old days was gone, never to return. And as Scarlett settled the heavy basket across her arm, she had settled her oen mind and her own life. There was no going back and she was going forward.
娇滴滴的小姐生活彻底离开她了。哪怕她到了最后被瑞德几乎是无微不至的保护，她也再也回不来这个年少的她了。 难过。 生活就是这么前进，一点喘息的时间都不给。 顷刻之间万劫不复。。。
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