SCARLETT O'HARA was not beauful, but men seldom realized it when
caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were. In her face were too
sharply blended the delicate features of her mother, a Coast aristocrat of
French descent, and the heavy ones of her florid Irish father. But it was
an arresting face, pointed of chin, square of jaw. Her eyes were pale green
without a touch of hazel, starred with bristly black lashes and slightly
titled at the ends. Above them, her thick black brows slanted upward,
cutting a startling oblique line in her magnolia-white skin - that
skin so prized by Southern woman and so carefully guarded with bonnets,
veils and mittens against hot Georgia suns.