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They
crashed
into
the
second
verse
and
Scarlett
,
singing
with
the
rest
,
heard
the
high
sweet
soprano
of
Melanie
mounting
behind
her
,
clear
and
true
and
thrilling
as
the
bugle
notes
.
Turning
,
she
saw
that
Melly
was
standing
with
her
hands
clasped
to
her
breast
,
her
eyes
closed
,
and
tiny
tears
oozing
from
the
corners
.
She
smiled
at
Scarlett
,
whimsically
,
as
the
music
ended
,
making
a
little
moue
of
apology
as
she
dabbed
with
her
handkerchief
.
"
I
'm
so
happy
,
"
she
whispered
,
"
and
so
proud
of
the
soldiers
that
I
just
ca
n't
help
crying
about
it
.
"
There
was
a
deep
,
almost
fanatic
glow
in
her
eyes
that
for
a
moment
lit
up
her
plain
little
face
and
made
it
beautiful
.
The
same
look
was
on
the
faces
of
all
the
women
as
the
song
ended
,
tears
of
pride
on
cheeks
,
pink
or
wrinkled
,
smiles
on
lips
,
a
deep
hot
glow
in
eyes
,
as
they
turned
to
their
men
,
sweetheart
to
lover
,
mother
to
son
,
wife
to
husband
.
They
were
all
beautiful
with
the
blinding
beauty
that
transfigures
even
the
plainest
woman
when
she
is
utterly
protected
and
utterly
loved
and
is
giving
back
that
love
a
thousandfold
.
They
loved
their
men
,
they
believed
in
them
,
they
trusted
them
to
the
last
breaths
of
their
bodies
.
How
could
disaster
ever
come
to
women
such
as
they
when
their
stalwart
gray
line
stood
between
them
and
the
Yankees
?
Had
there
ever
been
such
men
as
these
since
the
first
dawn
of
the
world
,
so
heroic
,
so
reckless
,
so
gallant
,
so
tender
?
How
could
anything
but
overwhelming
victory
come
to
a
Cause
as
just
and
right
as
theirs
?
A
Cause
they
loved
as
much
as
they
loved
their
men
,
a
Cause
they
served
with
their
hands
and
their
hearts
,
a
Cause
they
talked
about
,
thought
about
,
dreamed
about
--
a
Cause
to
which
they
would
sacrifice
these
men
if
need
be
,
and
bear
their
loss
as
proudly
as
the
men
bore
their
battle
flags
.
It
was
high
tide
of
devotion
and
pride
in
their
hearts
,
high
tide
of
the
Confederacy
,
for
final
victory
was
at
hand
.
Stonewall
Jackson
's
triumphs
in
the
Valley
and
the
defeat
of
the
Yankees
in
the
Seven
Days
'
Battle
around
Richmond
showed
that
clearly
.
How
could
it
be
otherwise
with
such
leaders
as
Lee
and
Jackson
?
One
more
victory
and
the
Yankees
would
be
on
their
knees
yelling
for
peace
and
the
men
would
be
riding
home
and
there
would
be
kissing
and
laughter
.
One
more
victory
and
the
war
was
over
!
Of
course
,
there
were
empty
chairs
and
babies
who
would
never
see
their
fathers
'
faces
and
unmarked
graves
by
lonely
Virginia
creeks
and
in
the
still
mountains
of
Tennessee
,
but
was
that
too
great
a
price
to
pay
for
such
a
Cause
?
Silks
for
the
ladies
and
tea
and
sugar
were
hard
to
get
,
but
that
was
something
to
joke
about
.
Besides
,
the
dashing
blockade
runners
were
bringing
in
these
very
things
under
the
Yankees
'
disgruntled
noses
,
and
that
made
the
possession
of
them
many
times
more
thrilling
.
Soon
Raphael
Semmes
and
the
Confederate
Navy
would
tend
to
those
Yankee
gunboats
and
the
ports
would
be
wide
open
.
And
England
was
coming
in
to
help
the
Confederacy
win
the
war
,
because
the
English
mills
were
standing
idle
for
want
of
Southern
cotton
.
And
naturally
the
British
aristocracy
sympathized
with
the
Confederacy
,
as
one
aristocrat
with
another
,
against
a
race
of
dollar
lovers
like
the
Yankees
.
So
the
women
swished
their
silks
and
laughed
and
,
looking
on
their
men
with
hearts
bursting
with
pride
,
they
knew
that
love
snatched
in
the
face
of
danger
and
death
was
doubly
sweet
for
the
strange
excitement
that
went
with
it
.
