What goes around comes around

When they were finally alone, he would have fresh in his mind the pictures of the other men thronging about her, he would be newly impressed with the fact that every one of them wanted her, and that look of sadness and despair would be in his eyes. Then she would make him happy again by letting him discover that, popular though she was, she preferred him above any other man in all the world. And when she admitted it, modestly and sweetly, she would look a thousand things more. Of course, she would do it all in a ladylike way. She wouldn't even dream of saying to him boldly that she loved him - that would never do. But the manner of telling him was a detail that troubled her not at all. She had managed such situations before and she could do it again.

She saw the look of surprise and happiness that would come over his face when he realized that she really loved him. Then a slight chill entered her heart. Suppose it didn't work out this way? Suppose he didn't beg her to run away with him. "I won't think of that now," she said firmly. "There's no reason why things won't come out the way I want them - if he loves me. And I know he does."

Congratulations, you've just read the last part of chapter 4 in Gone with the Wind. Despite it being a classic and all I'm struggling to get through it like I did with Little Women, Kristin Lavransdatter and Lord of the Rings. The last two are still on my to do list. Good to know relationships were just as complicated in the 1850s as they are now. I thought we were talking about development.

Must have been on those important issues like krig og fred og religion og politikk og sånn.