- •Is included. We do not keep any eBooks in compliance with a particular
- •I only want--" She caught herself but not in time.
- •It, fearing that he would box her ears for her impertinence.
- •Vitally interested every one else.
- •In spite of her choked-back tears, Scarlett thrilled to the never-
- •It had ever curved in silly girlish giggling or whispered secrets
- •Irishman who has been a tenant on the lands his people once had
- •Into the distance on four sides belonged to Gerald o'Hara--were
- •Independence wrung from neighboring families. Old Slattery, who
- •In which a pony of Bourbon had been poured over a teaspoon of
- •Irishman from up the country. Savannah buzzed behind its doors
- •It was the threat of the convent that finally won the assent of
- •Informality that was new to Ellen, an informality to which she
- •In time, learned to admire the frankness and forthrightness of
- •If she knew little about men's minds, she knew even less about the
- •In a ferment over the dreadful news she had heard about Ashley and
- •Indian blood was plain in her features, overbalancing the negroid
- •Veil after her lover's death and, with silent tears of enjoyment
- •If they had not happened at all. Ellen ignored all things
- •It left no doubt in anyone's mind as to her exact views on any
- •It tomorrow night at Twelve Oaks. Won't you please fix it?"
- •Insults."
- •Into shadows. Ellen arranged her skirts and sank to the floor on
- •Impressed with the fact that every one of them wanted her, and
- •Voiced and plaintive.
- •Irritably. "And I'll try to eat a little afterwards. If I ate
- •In her affection. She was pretty and she knew it; she would have
- •Varicolored carpet of scarlet and orange and rose. There was a
- •It was impossible to feel anything but palpitating joy in this
- •Indignantly. "And Mrs. Tarleton takes a toss at every hunt."
- •In summers, the County averaged a barbecue and ball nearly every
- •Voice like a brass gong."
- •It just doesn't work. You get good lines, perhaps, but no
- •I mean? That family needs new blood, fine vigorous blood like my
- •In the bedroom where the wraps were laid, she found Cathleen
- •It. Well, this Mr. Butler took a Charleston girl out buggy
- •I wish I had gotten Ashley to compromise me, thought Scarlett
- •Instructive affairs.
- •Illusion that was heightened by the shy, almost frightened look in
- •In winter when brown leaves shine up through quiet water.
- •Vowed that she'd never believe anything any man told her. But
- •Interested in such matters. He took her expression to mean
- •If this fool who was grappling for her hand would only keep quiet
- •Induce Mr. McRae to return to his seat in the shade.
- •In a month! Gentlemen always fight better than rabble. A month--
- •Indignantly, the hot blood coming to her cheeks.
- •India rose tiredly from her seat beneath the arbor and went toward
- •If she should meet Mr. Wilkes? What excuse could she give for
- •In her eyes that he had never seen before, and even in the dim
- •Into her.
- •I knew you wouldn't understand. How could I help caring for you--
- •It. Then he was gone before she could speak again, closing the
- •Viciously across the room toward the fireplace. It barely cleared
- •In and lay herself on one of the beds beside the sleeping girls.
- •Interrupting, Scarlett felt herself go cold with fear and
- •In the front yard. How fragile and tender women are, he thought,
- •It'll be over in a month and we'll have them howling. Yes, sir!
- •It was called into service, Scarlett set the date of her wedding
- •In the midst of this turmoil, preparations went forward for
- •It was all very dreamlike, the passage through the aisle of
- •In due time, Charles' son was born and, because it was fashionable
- •In the garden swing and making her squeal with laughter. Deeply
- •In the twilight, still smiled at her from drowsy gray eyes in the
- •It was this refusal of food that worried Ellen and Mammy more than
- •Visit her o'Hara and Robillard relatives in Savannah and then to
- •In prison. There was more social life here than at Aunt
- •Irritated her so much that during one formal call she aped
- •Is as bad as Miss Pitty an' she lak a chile 'bout gittin' her
- •Intoxicating affair. She would never have arrived at this
- •Iron statuary on the lawns of Atlanta now, for they had early
- •Vacant lots between. Finally the business section fell behind and
- •It was hoped, would make suitable matches under the guidance of
- •Inheritance, had tripled in value since the war began. It was
- •Interested her not at all, and nursing was something she did
- •I just wanted to see them go by. I wish I was going."
- •Indignation at being misunderstood mingled with Scarlett's forlorn
- •I miss. And--and besides she's got Ashley and I--I haven't got
- •Is wounded."
- •It would look better for us both to be there instead of just one.
- •In the center of the hall the huge ugly lamp, hanging from the
- •Into a slow rendition of "Lorena"--too slow for dancing, the
- •Voice shouted the command to break ranks. In a moment, the Home
- •I just can't help crying about it."
- •It was high tide of devotion and pride in their hearts, high tide
- •In body or spirit before. At first she tried to stifle the
- •Indiscretion of tongue or eye. With old gentlemen, a girl was
- •Indiscriminately and teased about beaux and complimented husbands
- •Virginia," she said, and she did not trouble to lower her voice.
- •I'll bet we could lick the Yankees in a month if all the militia
- •It would be a pleasure to renew acquaintances."
- •It. He was jeering at her. He knew she hadn't loved Charles.
- •Indefatigable and patriotic efforts have made this bazaar not only
- •Ind. The gold will be melted and the stones sold and the money
- •It was embarrassing to be the only person present who was giving
- •In the small palm. Then it was laid gently on the pile of
- •Vital and electric. All that was Irish in her rose to the
- •Is a girl of rare spirit. She knows what she wants and she
- •Into his trap.
- •It's more convenient than going to England. Sometimes it's a bit
- •If you wish to lead a reel with the lady of your choice, you must
- •Impossible for her to appear on the floor. She saw Rhett's
- •It did not occur to her that the idea was Rhett Butler's. It came
- •In the world, she didn't want Melly for a defender. She could
- •In the South, and now she believed it. The bazaar had taken place
- •In a frightened way, like a baby who fears a scolding and hopes to
- •Its demands, the knavish stupidity of Jefferson Davis and the
- •Indistinct figures alight. Someone was with him. Two figures
- •Infuriated at Gerald for putting her in a position where this man
- •It when her fluttering heart made her faint--or seem to faint.
- •In the center of a crowd of men. And men fell in love so easily,
- •Virginal little room and it lay still and warm in the slanting
- •I'll think about it tomorrow." Generally when tomorrow came, the
- •Instead, I see Twelve Oaks and remember how the moonlight slants
- •I do not belong in this mad present of killing and I fear I will
- •Is there. Do you remember at the barbecue, the day our engagement
- •In days gone by.
- •It was as though when writing Melanie, Ashley tried to ignore the
- •Is! If I'd just understood this one thing about him years ago, I
- •Intimacy of body or spirit.
- •Is Over."
- •Immediately asked for her hand did not improve matters. Mrs.
- •Is Over" with an arch meaning Scarlett found well-nigh
- •Impact, something in the impertinence and bland mockery of his
- •In the house.
- •Insolence, as if all women were his property to be enjoyed in his
- •Irritably, he cocks his eyebrow up and smiles that nasty, knowing
- •Included in his career, as Atlanta heard it.
- •In itself was enough to attract attention to him, for the uniforms
- •Into the making of battle flags. Useless for the patriotic Mrs.
- •It nevertheless. They were as isolated from the world of fashion
- •It was as though he bore an impersonal contempt for everyone and
- •In the field, but he took pleasure in tricking the dignified
- •In his cheek. She knew that he was acting the part of the dashing
- •It was at Mrs. Elsing's silver musicale for the benefit of the
- •Voice sounded as if he were humbly seeking information.
- •Intended to hear and, turning, surveyed the room for a moment. He
- •Is just and holy should be hanged! I don't want to hear of you
- •I mean, I'll let the men folks do the thinking, because they are
- •Very well that England and France are coming in on our side in no
- •It is? So many things that one must do because they've always
- •It made sense. There were such a lot of foolish things about life
- •If I got a dollar a pound."
- •It meant nothing to her, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.
- •Innovation of dress or hair.
- •Into the room with her.
- •Vicinity. And Melanie had been talking with her. No wonder Uncle
- •In which some coins were knotted.
- •In her top drawer was a handkerchief just like this, one that
- •Vengeance. Now the Yankees would know what it meant to have the
- •Into the sky as if incredulous that it was clear and blue instead
- •In gray and butternut with the Rebel yell on their lips would
- •I hear. And I'm not going to let Scarlett leave me, either."
- •Venomous of epithets. He paid no heed to anyone but raised his hat
- •It! Oh, for God's sake, Auntie, Melly, pick up the salts! Hold
- •In his hand before the war. About the blue cloth, when it comes to
- •In Atlanta were crudely made wool hats, and they were tackier than
- •It was the same at supper where they all plied him with questions
- •It seemed to Scarlett that he was talking fervishly to keep them
- •Voices or of tears came from behind the closed door of Melanie's
- •Internal wound. She rose as he entered, thinking with proprietary
- •Value it all the more. Put it on me, my dear. The boys will be
- •I'll live on it for the rest of my life!"
- •It was the greatest feat of the war, and Atlanta took pride and
- •Victory never wavered. But the war was dragging out so long.
- •In the state troops for whom the army was frantic, but the
- •It did not produce, but now it could neither sell nor buy. Gerald
- •It over and decided that, in a choice between the Church and
- •Isn't it wonderful? I've so envied you Wade and so wanted a baby.
- •Isn't it too wonderful? Oh, Scarlett, I don't know how I shall
- •Illinois. In their first joy, they could think of nothing except
- •Island than hear he had taken that oath. I'd be proud of him if he
- •Voice quavering, for in her heart she was certain Ashley was dead.
- •In the man? And how could dear Melly defend him?
- •Vast army in another semicircle, crossed the Oostanaula River and
- •It was most unbecoming to have strange men in the house when
- •Increase of frightened refugees crowding into the already crowded
- •Insisted they could have managed the campaign better and drew maps
- •Visit. Much good this did her, for that worthy matron, her sleeves
- •It'll have to come off."
- •In the world and that in itself was startling these days, when
- •Vast relief that she had made her escape.
- •Veterans. I'm talking about brave young men like Willie Guinan who
- •Immediately he regretted his last remark, as her eyes widened with
- •In one or maybe it was his Pa, and Pa told me--"
- •I've read a good deal about sieges, beleaguered cities and the
- •Immortal soul by kissing you?"
- •It, tried to talk, to laugh, to carry on their business, just as
- •Very doors of Atlanta. Another retreat might bring the
- •Is he doing here?" She fought her way through the crowd to the
- •Into a wetter July and the Confederates, fighting desperately
- •In the warm wet summer nights, Atlanta's homes stood open to the
- •In that fight and the remainder slogged tiredly through the rain
- •Valley of Peachtree Creek. Atlanta was in agony and panic.
- •Veterans now, veterans of brief service, but veterans just the
- •Victory. There was fear in every heart but, now that they knew the
- •In martial lines but failed. She'd go to Macon and stay with her
- •In premature labor at least, judging by Aunt Pitty's alarmed
- •In response to Ellen's letters, pleading with her to come home, she
- •Irritated her. Wade was terrified to speechlessness by the
- •Volcano, but until that volcano erupted there was nothing they
- •It was unreal, grotesquely unreal, that morning skies which dawned
- •Voice came from the shadows: "Madam, my abject apologies for
- •I'll wager even dowagers like Mrs. Merriwether . . ."
- •Is home."
- •In love with Ashley. But how to explain this feeling that made her
- •Information, crowds massed about the telegraph office and the depot
- •In agonies. . . . And the lazy streams were redder now than ever
- •Into the house. She hesitated again before going upstairs to
- •It, so that her note was uppermost, she caught Gerald's words,
- •Intervals her quiet face was wrenched with pain.
- •I'm so sorry I'm so much trouble."
- •Imagination or if the sound of cannon in the distance had died
- •Is gittin' beat. Oh, Gawd, Miss Scarlett! Whut'll happen ter Maw
- •In the hospitals, wounded men on Aunt Pitty's lawn after the
- •If she did not find Dr. Meade soon, she would begin screaming with
- •It through herself. Thank God, Prissy knew all about midwifery.
- •It was going to be difficult, telling Melanie that she and Prissy
- •In through minute holes in the shades and about the edges. The
- •It was all over. Melanie was not dead and the small baby boy who
- •Interval in which her breathing finally quieted and her mind
- •Incoherently here and there, thinking how soon the flames would
- •Voice yelping like a lost hound. Prissy broke into the room and,
- •It looked and sounded like the end of the world.
- •Impossible to pack anything. Impossible to do anything but sit
- •If you got there, you'd probably find it burned down. I won't let
- •Interlaced above their heads, dark silent houses loomed up on
- •It. It comes out right near the MacIntosh place and that's only a
- •I want time to make a brave speech before departing for the wars."
- •Into her swaying, darkened mind, cold sanity came back with a rush
- •In the darkness. Scarlett could hear his heavy breathing, and her
- •I doubt if she could live through all the pain. Take good care of
- •It was too late. She leaned her head against the bowed neck of the
- •It all came back to her now, the nightmare journey after Rhett's
- •It. Then Scarlett saw with relief the faint rise and fall of her
- •In all her life. Muscles she did not know she possessed ached from
- •In the Bible had done just that thing. Cursed God and died. She
- •Veils, never handled reins without gloves to protect the white skin
- •In her exhaustion she hated Melanie, hated the tiny mewing voice of
- •Its mouth, it lowed again as if in pain.
- •It up and tie her to the back of the wagon."
- •It could have grown so steep since she saw it last. The horse
- •If she left the shelter of the wagon. But she laid the baby beside
- •If he believed she was part of a dream. Putting out his hand, he
- •Very ill--I brought her home."
- •Is glad you back! Sho is--"
- •In her mind Gerald spoke.
- •Voice steady. To her surprise, words came out as coolly and
- •In the cellar. A memory stirred.
- •If he says "They" once more, I'll scream. I can't help it, she
- •In the stable."
- •In the silence that fell, Scarlett saw her mother as she must have
- •Inherited the steadiest head in Clayton County?"
- •Into the dark hall and up the winding steps toward Gerald's room.
- •It fer some ice ter put on mah gals' haids.'
- •Image with the sleeping pink morsel against her dark breast--all a
- •It where there was no pain and weariness and her brain saw things
- •It. He must get over it. What will I do if he doesn't?--I won't
- •Inter de swamp de day de Yankees come, but de Lawd knows how we
- •Its taxes. What we need now is something to eat."
- •Instead of heavy quilted calico, while the dust floating upward
- •Into the soil. There was nothing for her here.
- •In her eyes. No sooner had the lump gone down than her empty
- •It was her gentle hardihood which irritated Scarlett more than the
- •Its loss. In the flight from Atlanta, he had understood nothing
- •Inferiors, especially darkies." But if she was gentle the darkies
- •In her mind, stories Aunt Pittypat had whispered of attacks on
- •Vegetables brought painfully from Twelve Oaks and the MacIntosh
- •Into its holster and moving into the hall until he stood directly
- •In the feel of his warm blood on her bare feet. She had struck a
- •Voice, Scarlett thought hard.
- •It were the sweetest of perfumes, hardtack and, her face changing,
- •In the excitement, now gave a tremendous throb that made her grit
- •In her. After all--after all, Melanie had dragged herself from bed
- •Vines were rotten and that night Scarlett hacked at them with the
- •It. But then, that's what a man gets for marrying a Yankee woman--
- •It was a relief to hear the truth put so baldly. How good the old
- •Inevitable time when warm clothing would be needed. And each warm
- •Vehemently that she had never even been a yard nigger. She had
- •In spite of Scarlett's problem of getting help from the others in
- •In the Yankee's wallet until they had to be spent. Next spring
- •Voices. Even in her frenzy, Scarlett wished she had Melanie with
- •If only the shoats were safe! If only the family had gotten safely
- •Intolerably from burns. Smoke was still rolling from the quarters,
- •In other days Pork's pilferings would have been a serious matter,
- •I do? Where shall I turn? Isn't there anybody in the world who
- •It?" whispered Suellen happily to Scarlett. Suellen was raised to
- •In the swamp. These hungry men could devour the whole shoat at one
- •It was inconceivable that the bustling town they knew, so full of
- •If that old darky, Peter, will let her come. Lots of the Atlanta
- •Into South Carolina."
- •I've got on. You see, when I enlisted I sold most of my land and I
- •I'll send Suellen to you so you can--well, so you'll have a little
- •I'm not interested. I never was interested. War is a man's
- •In their paddock. Mules are misbegotten, unnatural critters and it
- •Isn't the worst part about this. It's the loss of the men, the
- •In the matter of "comp'ny" Mammy was equally adamant. No lice-
- •It took days riding on a train to make the trip and if Ashley was
- •If there are two or three famished soldiers out there, none of us
- •Vent to loud guffaws at hearing the detractor of their beloved Tara
- •Vindicated himself. "Ah ain' talkin' about perteckin'. Ah's
- •It gen'ly ter Miss Melly,' an' Ah say--"
- •It. Clutching the letter to her, she raced up the porch steps and
- •In the first rush of joy when her eyes met those words, they had
- •It helps me. Every time I give some poor man my share I think that
- •Information.
- •Voice. "I hope I ain't troubled you too much, Ma'm."
- •It was September and time to pick the cotton. Will Benteen sat on
- •I'll do it. Then it'll be good for something."
- •Incoherent cries threw herself into the dirty soldier's arms and
- •Insolent. This last she could hardly believe, for she had never
- •In charge of the local Bureau, and his assistant was Hilton,
- •Issued many and conflicting orders governing the conduct of the
- •If he was on the tax books for more than two thousand dollars in
- •I can't be reconstructed into it. I ain't goin' to take their oath
- •It for enough to pay the taxes, if we had to."
- •If only Ashley were her husband, instead of Melanie's, how sweet it
- •If ever there was one. What's to become of us all?"
- •It has been interesting, if not comfortable, to witness a
- •I realize the bitterness of our situation, living here on your
- •In her heart.
- •I'd work for you, Ashley. I'd do anything for you. You know you
- •If I hated them both? Break Melanie's heart? Leave them both to
- •It seemed as if her neck would snap if he shook her again. She was
- •In the dim grayness of the parlor she fought a quick decisive
- •In the dull twilight of the winter afternoon she came to the end of
- •Its old face. She had hoped that Ashley's return would bring back
- •Into the room. She closed the window and leaned her head against
- •I've got to do it!" She hammered one small fist into the other.
- •If necessary. But what was a mortgage, after all? Scarlett said
- •Is the one I'm going to work on Rhett Butler. . . . They won't
- •Vocabulary as gallantry, knew she would have stared blankly if he
- •It ter mek money fer us."
- •It before. This muddy street down which she had driven a thousand
- •In de Tarleton fambly. It look--well, it look dyed ter me!"
- •Imagine that! Sometimes there were two dozen Yankees standing in
- •It because, while she took in fine sewing and Fanny painted china
- •Insulted a white woman. And the Yankees are very upset because so
- •It is to get anything sensible out of him."
- •Inquiringly: "Yes, Mammy?" and Scarlett, coming back from dreams,
- •I won't be able to go. And a day in bed would be such a lovely
- •It sounded. She shivered. Forever, thunder would mean cannon and
- •Into her pierced ears the diamond earrings she had brought from
- •It's warm? I'll go see what I can do about it. What is your name?
- •I think of joining the army in varnished boots and a white linen
- •Instead and the dimple crept into her cheek. He had drawn a chair
- •I always remembered you and wondered what you were doing."
- •In a moment he would ask her to marry him--or at least say that he
- •Very quiet. "And drop that demure expression."
- •It's frankness. But no, you had to come jingling your earbobs and
- •In his pockets. "Cotton prices are dropping. Times are so hard
- •It's home. I won't let it go. Not while I've got breath left in
- •It all, worth more.
- •Very much. The realization that I'm to be executed was too much
- •Voice cried in accents of pleasure and astonishment: "Surely, it
- •It wasn't long before the war was over and--well, there was a lot
- •I mean?"
- •In anger and apprehension and her lip was pushed out farther than
- •Voice Scarlett had ever heard: "Lamb, huccome you din' tell yo' own
- •In spite of her pleasure at the welcome, Scarlett felt a slight
- •In his black eyes and the Creole zest for living but, for all his
- •Indomitable form of his new mother-in-law. "The only reason we
- •Inviting and one of them, the largest, had stood in the place of
- •Insulted. And they were remembering graves.
- •If things drove them as she was driven, dead lovers, maimed
- •It? They were beyond her comprehension and vaguely irritating.
- •If one was to conquer them. Scarlett knew that family tradition
- •In every word he uttered were balm upon the wound left by Suellen's
- •It was a shame that such a fine little woman should be alone and
- •It was hard to realize that Atlanta and not Tara was her permanent
- •If she were a man she would have that mill, if she had to mortgage
- •Vexed if you take on so. I'll go to town and see how things are."
- •Intimate friends--wouldn't it have been wiser to wait until I got
- •Influence, and so I was released. Influence is everything, and
- •In strictest confidence (that means, don't tell Miss Pittypat!)
- •I wouldn't have that on my conscience."
- •I have the right to know, after your little trip out to the jail
- •I must decline to lend it."
- •Interest in it."
- •It's obvious that you still care about him--"
- •Voice which Scarlett did not understand but did not like to hear.
- •Voice. "I see. He loves you for your mind alone."
- •Intended to run it herself. "Go into the lumber business myself,"
- •Ignoring his hint that she should sell. "Mr. Johnson says he never
- •It was not that Frank had never seen commanding women before this.
- •Invited to meals and parties and fewer and fewer people came to
- •Vote. Why, there's hardly a handful of Democrats in the whole
- •I don't know what he said to her. I guess I'll never know now.
- •It at night when no one would know who it was? a sight more good
- •Various cities had complete power, even the power of life and
- •In slave days, these lowly blacks had been despised by the house
- •In its fanaticism, the former field hands found themselves suddenly
- •It's as good as yours now. Take it, if you can get it!"
- •Interested in political matters to provide the care the plantation
- •It or given aid and comfort to it were not allowed to vote, had no
- •In spite of war, fire and Reconstruction, Atlanta had again become
- •In this period, Atlanta was more ill bred and Yankeefied than it
- •Indifference to material wants. Dr. Meade could tell unlovely
- •In the showy big houses and, just around the corners, slow
- •Into promises of buying from her and her only.
- •Importuning of many eager Carpetbaggers, she finally decided to
- •Indignantly that from the way Scarlett was acting she was likely to
- •It was hard not to curse them to their faces. But she restrained
- •Inside for a cup of tea. Scarlett seldom refused, no matter how
- •If ever I get money enough, I'll spit in all their faces! I'll--
- •In silence. Peter's sniffles stopped and his underlip began to
- •Invasion when they could have fled or joined the troops for lives
- •In deference to the feelings of Frank and Pitty who would have been
- •Voice shaking.
- •It's more sensible than our way of trying to ignore it. It's a
- •Immeasurably and she would always chew coffee or gargle cologne to
- •I'll go home in June. I can't do anything here after that. I'll
- •If she talked about him and she mustn't cry, not until she was
- •It as if it were highly interesting. "Suellen ain't as bad as you
- •If he splits kindlin', like as not he'll slice off his foot. He
- •Into Jonesboro or over to Fayetteville. 'Specially as some of
- •Iron Clad oath and not even know it."
- •Voice. He was singin' 'Peg in a Low-backed Car' and beatin' the
- •In the absence of a priest Ashley was to conduct the services with
- •Irresponsibility.
- •Indecorous notes in the solemn occasion, their russet eyes still
- •In tears and the bereaved feminine relatives screaming with grief.
- •It did not come back to him readily and he spoke slowly,
- •In that couldn't nothin' stop him when his mind was made up and he
- •Inside. I mean to say that what the whole world couldn't do, his
- •In now. From what I hear, he's the worst plow hand in the County!
- •It, I say. And get every cent out of them you can, but when you've
- •It ter me, Miss Scnrlett? Dat watch belong by rights ter lil Wade
- •Interest in the mill. Not once did his eyes meet hers and he spoke
- •Into silence. There was a determined squareness about his slender
- •Indeed, than a woman. Such thoughts aren't pleasant to live with
- •I bury forever any hope of ever standing alone."
- •Voice saying her name over and over above her head. There was a
- •Interest and he--"
- •It'll mean for us to live in Atlanta among our own people and not
- •In the fields and then they, too, would come to town.
- •India was not easy to live with these days.
- •Very obvious. Like her body, her face was too thin and too pale and
- •Immediately the fires which smoldered beneath tight basques flamed
- •I haven't the right to speak on this matter, for none of my loved
- •If they were enemies. If Charlie were dead in the North it would
- •In the nights of the late summer her small, feebly lighted house
- •In your home, for you--and ladies like you--are the hearts of all
- •It was only Ashley who drew her to the house, for the conversations
- •Increasing impudence of the negroes and the outrages of the
- •If! If! The soft drawling voices quickened with an old excitement
- •It, the better we'll be."
- •If he permitted her to do it.
- •Immediately take hold and make the mill pay double what it had paid
- •It was a torture to have her mills in the hands of two men with no
- •In this atmosphere, as nerve straining as watching a slow fuse burn
- •I hates niggers--Yankees too."
- •It was such outspoken rudeness as this that threw Scarlett into
- •In fact, Mrs. Merriwether related to Mrs. Meade the complete
- •It seemed to Scarlett that after Archie came to work for her Frank
- •I paying you for? I'll have to make Mr. Wilkes stop what he's
- •In it. It isn't as though he didn't have a horse of his own. He
- •Interest in the legislature, feeling that its doings could hardly
- •Illustration in a book Wade was always pestering her to read aloud.
- •In your life. You're too lazy. All you ever do is finance
- •It for prying. Give me a smile and let's be pleasant for a minute
- •It was one of the few times she had ever seen him with his mask
- •In your mill."
- •Is pity."
- •Is gone."
- •Interest. My pretty, there are penalties in the business world for
- •It. . . . Or that poor devil, Tommy Wellburn, who does two men's
- •Important when a boat is sinking. But look around you at your
- •It was really Big Sam, she shoved the pistol down into the
- •Is iggerunt folks! He din' know de diffunce! So Ah stayed wid him
- •It some other time. . . . Miss Suellen is at Tara and she's
- •I spend enough money on their food to make them fat as hogs. The
- •Irish potatoes. Well, where are they? You can't have used them
- •Into the lumber room of her mind and shut the door upon it.
- •Vicious old watchdog and they four small kittens.
- •Innocuous channels. This irritated Scarlett almost beyond
- •Itself to Scarlett, making her more nervous than before. Handling
- •India was on her feet, her lean body quivering with insult.
- •In shaking fingers while her eyes, wide as a frightened child's
- •India's eyes met Melanie's in wild fear. Scarlett rose, flinging
- •Intrusion?"
- •In front of Yankees too, that both of them were too drunk to walk.
- •India snapped down the last shade and started on flying feet for
- •In his voice. "He won't die. Now, go take the lamp and hold it
- •If you called me 'Melly' without the Miss! I feel as though you
- •In a dreadful place like that!"
- •I see now it was necessary to take them there but-- Oh, Captain
- •Irritably that they were too old for such goings on, they wanted to
- •In that place."
- •Idea! I come up here as soon as 'twas dark to tell you you mustn't
- •I don't care. I wouldn't of minded if all their husbands got hung.
- •If there were only someone who could comfort her, quiet her fears,
- •It when you needed it. In fact, brandy was good almost any time,
- •If he laughed at her she would die, right then. But he did not
- •If he had married Sister Sue, she might not have caused his death
- •Incredible. Once she had planned how she would torment him should
- •It. But all a woman gets out of it is something to eat and a lot
- •Interval. By the way, just how long is a 'decent interval'?"
- •It is love which makes me so bold!"
- •Insistent mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tremors
- •Volition. But even as she spoke it, a sudden calm fell on her
- •It was not that they regretted their men were still alive. It was
- •Its climax, and the state's humiliation was complete.
- •Irritating talk with Grandpa. The old man had remarked that she
- •Very proper, too. Surely you can't be thinking of marrying a man
- •Investigation."
- •Including a high silk coachman's hat with a brush upon it, dress
- •It was made of angels' wings. I'll buy Mammy some red taffeta and
- •It was exciting to go out with him for he was so handsome. Somehow
- •Itself, because Scarlett had thought life could teach her no more.
- •Interest to details of her businesses, nodding approval at her
- •Into living in Miss Pitty's house, but not me. I don't believe I
- •I was looking at. It was modeled after a Swiss chalet."
- •I wouldn't put it beyond you. In fact, I wouldn't put anything
- •Intend to call, and I think they should. Somehow, it's hard for me
- •India's face went white but her head was high.
- •India leaped to her feet, red flooding her sallow face.
- •I had the only whole pair of shoes. You can forget those things
- •In your own petty minds, I do not care, for that is your business.
- •If it were something that mattered it wouldn't be so hard to hear
- •It's only decent that the families of the men Captain Butler saved
- •Violence at the hands of Melanie. Where he got this idea, Scarlett
- •Idly, as there were in Belle Watling's establishment. Interspread
- •In the house, only pinched his ear playfully and said: "Fiddle-
- •Inch from her stand that Rhett was a mule in horse harness. She
- •Very sorry for her some years hence, when the Republican rule was
- •In the weeks that followed her first party, Scarlett was hard put
- •It was hard to say which class was more cordially hated by the
- •Indirection, hints and feminine angling. He had a disconcerting
- •Infuriated when he replied with an amused gleam in his eyes: "I
- •Very much, almost as much as he feared her, and the thought of her
- •It was so peppery that it stung his eyes to tears and he began to
- •In this grown-up ceremony diverted him.
- •Into the cellaret and producing a squat bottle. "She is a beautiful
- •Very well for a man to love his child but she felt there was
- •If Johnnie can make this much with them--"
- •It. Your--Rhett Butler. Everything he touches he poisons. And he
- •If he was startled at her unexpected statement he did not show it.
- •I would have no sense of shame for anything I did, for I made a
- •In the road. . . . Don't bother, son. You don't have to go to any
- •I'm going to have her humiliated like Wade for things that aren't
- •In this town, especially Mrs. Merriwether, Mrs. Elsing, Mrs.
- •It was a glorious spree for the gang which had Georgia by the
- •It had been years since he had chosen to do this but he did it now,
- •It was Ashley's birthday and Melanie was giving him a surprise
- •I'm a terrible goose and you know it."
- •Invite me to receive with her and India and Aunt Pitty?"
- •Impulse to snatch off her bonnet and toss it into the air and cry
- •Very nearness would have set her a-tremble. Now she felt a curious
- •In the garden at Twelve Oaks and said: "I won't look back," she
- •Voice, the touch of his hand were softly unlocking doors that she
- •I do then? she thought frenziedly, the tears streaming down her
- •It in this town as long as you live. And while I may endure a
- •In her chemise, perhaps that frightening look would leave his face.
- •In his hand, his voice cool and soft. The music stopped as they
- •In the wrong. Tomorrow the memory of this hideous night would not
- •Into the dark hall, her backless slippers making a great clatter in
- •Intended to make.
- •Impressions in her mind.
- •In her life she had felt alive, felt passion as sweeping and
- •Very drunk, as you doubtless know, and quite swept off my feet by
- •I'd have told you. I've been living with her ever since the day
- •Intoxicating one, a gesture worth everything she might lose
- •Instincts arose, an instinct that would not let her masquerade in
- •Innocent and trusting person. She owed Melanie a debt for her
- •Vexed with me, dear, for saying that. I don't mean you've ever
- •India's eyes, he would see the truth shining there, truth and
- •It was characteristic of the regard in which Scarlett was held that
- •Interest in it and was sharp and cross with the clerks. Johnnie
- •Vexed, to win their confidence or affection. And now, it was
- •Intending to stay there forever.
- •It was going to be more difficult than she anticipated, greeting
- •It frightened her, the desperate choking sound he made. She had a
- •Its secrets, babbling the truth for the first time in his life,
- •Ill she's been. When she gets back from Tara she will start again
- •Into money. And they had fed and clothed any number of waifs who
- •In his eye. "Now will you let me lend you the money?"
- •Indian had been in progress when the time came to meet the train
- •If that was what he wanted, she could act her part too.
- •Value was the least reason. She could have sold them for large
- •It's your own business, Ashley, and far be it from me to tell you
- •In the time that followed her illness Scarlett noticed a change in
- •It was as though the swift flood of his life had been diverted into
- •In the flaring gas light he looked at her incuriously and then he
- •In power he's been desperately manufacturing Klan outrage stories
- •Isn't silly. People will remember for years that Bonnie sat on my
- •Insolent now. They were stunned, bewildered, afraid. And the
- •In dimity frocks and pinafores instead of blue taffeta and lace
- •Imagination. On days that were bright and clear the two could be
- •Intended him to put his fat body over the bar; Bonnie, who could
- •Into unnatural brightness. She could hear an Irish voice singing,
- •It doan do no good."
- •It. An' w'en Miss Scarlett come to, Ah think, bress Gawd! Now dey
- •Inter de house an' not even speak ter Miss Scarlett or Miss Pitty
- •Ventu' ter say: 'Mist Rhett, suh, what 'bout de fune'l?' Den he
- •Into it wearily, her shapeless body overflowing it. She sat still,
- •Into the room. Melanie looked tired and there were tears
- •Into resigned acceptance of her loss. Yet this eerie sense of
- •In front of the servants. She had been too busy remembering the
- •Indulgent to her wheedlings. Now she would willingly have humbled
- •In spite of herself. Now he was silently, morosely drunk and, as
- •Is to give him another baby just as quickly as you can."
- •It would be a comfort to sit with Maybelle, remembering that
- •Veteran too, but she had no cronies with whom she could refight old
- •Interminably through the wet early autumn afternoon, stopping at
- •It in. Melanie could not die. It was impossible for her to die.
- •Voice begging her to take the baby should she die--remember, too,
- •It up to her. I'll be so good to her. I'll never even speak to
- •It possibly could be.
- •It in the moment of discovery but there was still Ashley left.
- •It's too late to do anything. Oh, Ashley, men are supposed to know
- •Voice was in her ear.
- •I've got him and I don't want him. His damned honor will make him
- •Inevitable arrangements that follow a death made her throat
- •It better." But the charm had lost its potency. She had to think
- •In the world had gone out of it, life was in ruins and panic howled
- •In a marsh light, no more security than in quicksand. It was
- •It. And when Bonnie died-- Oh, how could I?"
- •In a kindly way, that frightened her.
- •Vividly all the kind things Melanie had ever done for her. "Why
- •Impersonal speculative way.
- •Voice like this once before and at some other crisis of her life.
- •It was the first time in her life she had been sorry for anyone
- •Impersonal kindness that was written so plainly in his face.
- •I'm not regretting anything I've ever done. I've had a hell of a
- •I'm that sentimental. Atlanta's too raw for me, too new."
- •I'm too old to believe in such sentimentalities as clean slates and
- •Instant of insensibility before their agony begins.
- •It stared them in the face, she raised her chin. She could get
It was unreal, grotesquely unreal, that morning skies which dawned
so tenderly blue could be profaned with cannon smoke that hung over
the town like low thunder clouds, that warm noontides filled with
the piercing sweetness of massed honeysuckle and climbing roses
could be so fearful, as shells screamed into the streets, bursting
like the crack of doom, throwing iron splinters hundreds of yards,
blowing people and animals to bits.
Quiet, drowsy afternoon siestas had ceased to be, for though the
clamor of battle might lull from time to time, Peachtree Street was
alive and noisy at all hours, cannon and ambulances rumbling by,
wounded stumbling in from the rifle pits, regiments hurrying past
at double-quick, ordered from the ditches on one side of town to
the defense of some hard-pressed earthworks on the other, and
couriers dashing headlong down the street toward headquarters as
though the fate of the Confederacy hung on them.
The hot nights brought a measure of quiet but it was a sinister
quiet. When the night was still, it was too still--as though the
tree frogs, katydids and sleepy mockingbirds were too frightened to
raise their voices in the usual summer-night chorus. Now and
again, the quiet was broken sharply by the crack-cracking of musket
fire in the last line of defenses.
Often in the late night hours, when the lamps were out and Melanie
asleep and deathly silence pressed over the town, Scarlett, lying
awake, heard the latch of the front gate click and soft urgent
tappings on the front door.
Always, faceless soldiers stood on the dark porch and from the
darkness many different voices spoke to her. Sometimes a cultured
Voice came from the shadows: "Madam, my abject apologies for
disturbing you, but could I have water for myself and my horse?"
Sometimes it was the hard burring of a mountain voice, sometimes
the odd nasals of the flat Wiregrass country to the far south,
occasionally the lulling drawl of the Coast that caught at her
heart, reminding her of Ellen's voice.
"Missy, I got a pardner here who I wuz aimin' ter git ter the
horsepittle but looks like he ain't goin' ter last that fer. Kin
you take him in?"
"Lady, I shore could do with some vittles. I'd shore relish a corn
pone if it didn't deprive you none."
"Madam, forgive my intrusion but--could I spend the night on your
porch? I saw the roses and smelled the honeysuckle and it was so
much like home that I was emboldened--"
No, these nights were not real! They were a nightmare and the men
were part of that nightmare, men without bodies or faces, only
tired voices speaking to her from the warm dark. Draw water, serve
food, lay pillows on the front porch, bind wounds, hold the dirty
heads of the dying. No, this could not be happening to her!
Once, late in July, it was Uncle Henry Hamilton who came tapping in
the night. Uncle Henry was minus his umbrella and carpetbag now,
and his fat stomach as well. The skin of his pink fat face hung
down in loose folds like the dewlaps of a bulldog and his long
white hair was indescribably dirty. He was almost barefoot,
crawling with lice, and he was hungry, but his irascible spirit was
unimpaired.
Despite his remark: "It's a foolish war when old fools like me are
out toting guns," the girls received the impression that Uncle
Henry was enjoying himself. He was needed, like the young men, and
he was doing a young man's work. Moreover, he could keep up with
the young men, which was more than Grandpa Merriwether could do, he
told them gleefully. Grandpa's lumbago was troubling him greatly
and the Captain wanted to discharge him. But Grandpa wouldn't go
home. He said frankly that he preferred the Captain's swearing and
bullying to his daughter-in-law's coddling, and her incessant
demands that he give up chewing tobacco and launder his beard every
day.
Uncle Henry's visit was brief, for he had only a four-hour furlough
and he needed half of it for the long walk in from the breastworks
and back.
"Girls, I'm not going to see you all for a while," he announced as
he sat in Melanie's bedroom, luxuriously wriggling his blistered
feet in the tub of cold water Scarlett had set before him. "Our
company is going out in the morning."
"Where?" questioned Melanie frightened, clutching his arm.
"Don't put your hand on me," said Uncle Henry irritably. "I'm
crawling with lice. War would be a picnic if it wasn't for lice
and dysentery. Where'm I going? Well, I haven't been told but
I've got a good idea. We're marching south, toward Jonesboro, in
the morning, unless I'm greatly in error."
"Oh, why toward Jonesboro?"
"Because there's going to be big fighting there, Missy. The
Yankees are going to take the railroad if they possibly can. And
if they do take it, it's good-by Atlanta!"
"Oh, Uncle Henry, do you think they will?"
"Shucks, girls! No! How can they when I'm there?" Uncle Henry
grinned at their frightened faces and then, becoming serious again:
"It's going to be a hard fight, girls. We've got to win it. You
know, of course, that the Yankees have got all the railroads except
the one to Macon, but that isn't all they've got. Maybe you girls
didn't know it, but they've got every road, too, every wagon lane
and bridle path, except the McDonough road. Atlanta's in a bag and
the strings of the bag are at Jonesboro. And if the Yankees can
take the railroad there, they can pull up the strings and have us,
just like a possum in a poke. So, we don't aim to let them get
that railroad. . . . I may be gone a while, girls. I just came in
to tell you all good-by and to make sure Scarlett was still with
you, Melly."
"Of course, she's with me," said Melanie fondly. "Don't you worry
about us, Uncle Henry, and do take care of yourself."
Uncle Henry wiped his wet feet on the rag rug and groaned as he
drew on his tattered shoes.
"I got to be going," he said. "I've got five miles to walk.
Scarlett, you fix me up some kind of lunch to take. Anything
you've got."
After he had kissed Melanie good-by, he went down to the kitchen
where Scarlett was wrapping a corn pone and some apples in a
napkin.
"Uncle Henry--is it--is it really so serious?"
"Serious? God'lmighty, yes! Don't be a goose. We're in the last
ditch."
"Do you think they'll get to Tara?"
"Why--" began Uncle Henry, irritated at the feminine mind which
thought only of personal things when broad issues were involved.
Then, seeing her frightened, woebegone face, he softened.
"Of course they won't. Tara's five miles from the railroad and
it's the railroad the Yankees want. You've got no more sense than
a June bug, Missy." He broke off abruptly. "I didn't walk all
this way here tonight just to tell you all good-by. I came to
bring Melly some bad news, but when I got up to it I just couldn't
tell her. So I'm going to leave it to you to do."
"Ashley isn't--you haven't heard anything--that he's--dead?"
"Now, how would I be hearing about Ashley when I've been standing
in rifle pits up to the seat of my pants in mud?" the old gentleman
asked testily. "No. It's about his father. John Wilkes is dead."
Scarlett sat down suddenly, the half-wrapped lunch in her hand.
"I came to tell Melly--but I couldn't. You must do it. And give
her these."
He hauled from his pockets a heavy gold watch with dangling seals,
a small miniature of the long dead Mrs. Wilkes and a pair of
massive cuff buttons. At the sight of the watch which she had seen
in John Wilkes' hands a thousand times, the full realization came
over Scarlett that Ashley's father was really dead. And she was
too stunned to cry or to speak. Uncle Henry fidgeted, coughed and
did not look at her, lest he catch sight of a tear that would upset
him.
"He was a brave man, Scarlett. Tell Melly that. Tell her to write
it to his girls. And a good soldier for all his years. A shell
got him. Came right down on him and his horse. Tore the horse's--
I shot the horse myself, poor creature. A fine little mare she
was. You'd better write Mrs. Tarleton about that, too. She set a
store on that mare. Wrap up my lunch, child. I must be going.
There, dear, don't take it so hard. What better way can an old man
die than doing a young man's work?"
"Oh, he shouldn't have died! He shouldn't have ever gone to the
war. He should have lived and seen his grandchild grow up and died
peacefully in bed. Oh, why did he go? He didn't believe in
secession and he hated the war and--"
"Plenty of us think that way, but what of it?" Uncle Henry blew
his nose grumpily. "Do you think I enjoy letting Yankee riflemen
use me for a target at my age? But there's no other choice for a
gentleman these days. Kiss me good-by, child, and don't worry
about me. I'll come through this war safely."
Scarlett kissed him and heard him go down the steps into the dark,
heard the latch click on the front gate. She stood for a minute
looking at the keepsakes in her hand. And then she went up the
stairs to tell Melanie.
At the end of July came the unwelcome news, predicted by Uncle
Henry, that the Yankees had swung around again toward Jonesboro.
They had cut the railroad four miles below the town, but they had
been beaten off by the Confederate cavalry; and the engineering
corps, sweating in the broiling sun, had repaired the line.
Scarlett was frantic with anxiety. For three days she waited, fear
growing in her heart. Then a reassuring letter came from Gerald.
The enemy had not reached Tara. They had heard the sound of the
fight but they had seen no Yankees.
Gerald's letter was so full of brag and bluster as to how the
Yankees had been driven from the railroad that one would have
thought he personally had accomplished the feat, single handed.
He wrote for three pages about the gallantry of the troops and then,
at the end of his letter, mentioned briefly that Carreen was ill.
The typhoid, Mrs. O'Hara said it was. She was not very ill and
Scarlett was not to worry about her, but on no condition must she
come home now, even if the railroad should become safe. Mrs. O'Hara
was very glad now that Scarlett and Wade had not come home when the
siege began. Mrs. O'Hara said Scarlett must go to church and say
some Rosaries for Carreen's recovery.
Scarlett's conscience smote her at this last, for it had been
months since she had been to church. Once she would have thought
this omission a mortal sin but, somehow, staying away from church
did not seem so sinful now as it formerly had. But she obeyed her
mother and going to her room gabbled a hasty Rosary. When she rose
from her knees she did not feel as comforted as she had formerly
felt after prayer. For some time she had felt that God was not
watching out for her, the Confederates or the South, in spite of
the millions of prayers ascending to Him daily.
That night she sat on the front porch with Gerald's letter in her
bosom where she could touch it occasionally and bring Tara and
Ellen closer to her. The lamp in the parlor window threw odd
golden shadows onto the dark vine-shrouded porch, and the matted
tangle of yellow climbing roses and honeysuckle made a wall of
mingled fragrance about her. The night was utterly still. Not
even the crack of a rifle had sounded since sunset and the world
seemed far away. Scarlett rocked back and forth, lonely, miserable
since reading the news from Tara, wishing that someone, anyone,
even Mrs. Merriwether, were with her. But Mrs. Merriwether was on
night duty at the hospital, Mrs. Meade was at home making a feast
for Phil, who was in from the front lines, and Melanie was asleep.
There was not even the hope of a chance caller. Visitors had
fallen off to nothing this last week, for every man who could walk
was in the rifle pits or chasing the Yankees about the countryside
near Jonesboro.
It was not often that she was alone like this and she did not like
it. When she was alone she had to think and, these days, thoughts
were not so pleasant. Like everyone else, she had fallen into the
habit of thinking of the past, the dead.
Tonight when Atlanta was so quiet, she could close her eyes and
imagine she was back in the rural stillness of Tara and that life
was unchanged, unchanging. But she knew that life in the County
would never be the same again. She thought of the four Tarletons,
the red-haired twins and Tom and Boyd, and a passionate sadness
caught at her throat. Why, either Stu or Brent might have been her
husband. But now, when the war was over and she went back to Tara
to live, she would never again hear their wild halloos as they
dashed up the avenue of cedars. And Raiford Calvert, who danced so
divinely, would never again choose her to be his partner. And the
Munroe boys and little Joe Fontaine and--
"Oh, Ashley!" she sobbed, dropping her head into her hands. "I'll
never get used to you being gone!"
She heard the front gate click and she hastily raised her head and
dashed her hand across her wet eyes. She rose and saw it was Rhett
Butler coming up the walk, carrying his wide Panama hat in his
hand. She had not seen him since the day when she had alighted
from his carriage so precipitously at Five Points. On that
occasion, she had expressed the desire never to lay eyes on him
again. But she was so glad now to have someone to talk to, someone
to divert her thoughts from Ashley, that she hastily put the memory
from her mind. Evidently he had forgotten the contretemps, or
pretended to have forgotten it, for he settled himself on the top
step at her feet without mention of their late difference.
"So you didn't refugee to Macon! I heard that Miss Pitty had
retreated and, of course, I thought you had gone too. So, when I
saw your light I came here to investigate. Why did you stay?"
"To keep Melanie company. You see, she--well, she can't refugee
just now."
"Thunderation," he said, and in the lamplight she saw that he was
frowning. "You don't mean to tell me Mrs. Wilkes is still here? I
never heard of such idiocy. It's quite dangerous for her in her
condition."
Scarlett was silent, embarrassed, for Melanie's condition was not a
subject she could discuss with a man. She was embarrassed, too,
that Rhett should know it was dangerous for Melanie. Such
knowledge sat ill upon a bachelor.
"It's quite ungallant of you not to think that I might get hurt
too," she said tartly.
His eyes flickered with amusement.
"I'd back you against the Yankees any day."
"I'm not sure that that's a compliment," she said uncertainly.
"It isn't," he answered. "When will you stop looking for
compliments in men's lightest utterances?"
"When I'm on my deathbed," she replied and smiled, thinking that
there would always be men to compliment her, even if Rhett never
did.
"Vanity, vanity," he said. "At least, you are frank about it."
He opened his cigar case, extracted a black cigar and held it to
his nose for a moment. A match flared, he leaned back against a
post and, clasping his hands about his knees, smoked a while in
silence. Scarlett resumed her rocking and the still darkness of
the warm night closed about them. The mockingbird, which nested in
the tangle of roses and honeysuckle, roused from slumber and gave
one timid, liquid note. Then, as if thinking better of the matter,
it was silent again.
From the shadow of the porch, Rhett suddenly laughed, a low, soft
laugh.
"So you stayed with Mrs. Wilkes! This is the strangest situation I
ever encountered!"
"I see nothing strange about it," she answered uncomfortably,
immediately on the alert.
"No? But then you lack the impersonal viewpoint. My impression
has been for some time past that you could hardly endure Mrs.
Wilkes. You think her silly and stupid and her patriotic notions
bore you. You seldom pass by the opportunity to slip in some
belittling remark about her, so naturally it seems strange to me
that you should elect to do the unselfish thing and stay here with
her during this shelling. Now, just why did you do it?"
"Because she's Charlie's sister--and like a sister to me," answered
Scarlett with as much dignity as possible though her cheeks were
growing hot.
"You mean because she's Ashley's Wilkes' widow."
Scarlett rose quickly, struggling with her anger.
"I was almost on the point of forgiving you for your former boorish
conduct but now I shan't do it. I wouldn't have ever let you come
upon this porch at all, if I hadn't been feeling so blue and--"
"Sit down and smooth your ruffled fur," he said, and his voice
changed. He reached up and taking her hand pulled her back into
her chair. "Why are you blue?"
"Oh, I had a letter from Tara today. The Yankees are close to home
and my little sister is ill with typhoid and--and--so now, even if
I could go home, like I want to, Mother wouldn't let me for fear
I'd catch it too. Oh, dear, and I do so want to go home!"
"Well, don't cry about it," he said, but his voice was kinder.
"You are much safer here in Atlanta even if the Yankees do come
than you'd be at Tara. The Yankees won't hurt you and typhoid
would."
"The Yankees wouldn't hurt me! How can you say such a lie?"
"My dear girl, the Yankees aren't fiends. They haven't horns and
hoofs, as you seem to think. They are pretty much like
Southerners--except with worse manners, of course, and terrible
accents."
"Why, the Yankees would--"
"Rape you? I think not. Though, of course, they'd want to."
"If you are going to talk vilely I shall go into the house," she
cried, grateful that the shadows hid her crimson face.
"Be frank. Wasn't that what you were thinking?"
"Oh, certainly not!"
"Oh, but it was! No use getting mad at me for reading your
thoughts. That's what all our delicately nurtured and pure-minded
Southern ladies think. They have it on their minds constantly.