…(4)But now she knew her feelings of that long-past night were those of a spoiled child thwarted of a toy. (5)Now, her emotions were sharpened by her long dreams of him, heightened by the repression she had been forced to put on her tongue.
     (6)This Ashley Wilkes in his faded, patched uniform, his blond hair bleached tow by summer suns, was a different man from the easy-going, drowsy-eyed boy she had loved to desperation before the war. And he was a thousand times more thrilling. …
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