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"
That
little
wisp
looks
like
it
was
just
the
best
he
could
do
,
"
she
thought
,
not
seeing
in
his
face
the
cold
hard
intelligence
that
was
carrying
the
weight
of
a
new
nation
.
No
,
she
was
not
happy
now
,
and
at
first
she
had
been
radiant
with
the
pleasure
of
being
in
a
crowd
.
Now
just
being
present
was
not
enough
.
She
was
at
the
bazaar
but
not
a
part
of
it
.
No
one
paid
her
any
attention
and
she
was
the
only
young
unmarried
woman
present
who
did
not
have
a
beau
.
And
all
her
life
she
had
enjoyed
the
center
of
the
stage
.
It
was
n't
fair
!
She
was
seventeen
years
old
and
her
feet
were
patting
the
floor
,
wanting
to
skip
and
dance
.
She
was
seventeen
years
old
and
she
had
a
husband
lying
at
Oakland
Cemetery
and
a
baby
in
his
cradle
at
Aunt
Pittypat
's
and
everyone
thought
she
should
be
content
with
her
lot
.
She
had
a
whiter
bosom
and
a
smaller
waist
and
a
tinier
foot
than
any
girl
present
,
but
for
all
they
mattered
she
might
just
as
well
be
lying
beside
Charles
with
"
Beloved
Wife
of
"
carved
over
her
.
She
was
n't
a
girl
who
could
dance
and
flirt
and
she
was
n't
a
wife
who
could
sit
with
other
wives
and
criticize
the
dancing
and
flirting
girls
.
And
she
was
n't
old
enough
to
be
a
widow
.
Widows
should
be
old
--
so
terribly
old
they
did
n't
want
to
dance
and
flirt
and
be
admired
.
Oh
,
it
was
n't
fair
that
she
should
have
to
sit
here
primly
and
be
the
acme
of
widowed
dignity
and
propriety
when
she
was
only
seventeen
.
It
was
n't
fair
that
she
must
keep
her
voice
low
and
her
eyes
cast
modestly
down
,
when
men
,
attractive
ones
,
too
,
came
to
their
booth
.
Every
girl
in
Atlanta
was
three
deep
in
men
.
Even
the
plainest
girls
were
carrying
on
like
belles
--
and
,
oh
,
worst
of
all
,
they
were
carrying
on
in
such
lovely
,
lovely
dresses
!
Here
she
sat
like
a
crow
with
hot
black
taffeta
to
her
wrists
and
buttoned
up
to
her
chin
,
with
not
even
a
hint
of
lace
or
braid
,
not
a
jewel
except
Ellen
's
onyx
mourning
brooch
,
watching
tacky-looking
girls
hanging
on
the
arms
of
good-looking
men
.
All
because
Charles
Hamilton
had
had
the
measles
.
He
did
n't
even
die
in
a
fine
glow
of
gallantry
in
battle
,
so
she
could
brag
about
him
.
Rebelliously
she
leaned
her
elbows
on
the
counter
and
looked
at
the
crowd
,
flouting
Mammy
's
oft-repeated
admonition
against
leaning
on
elbows
and
making
them
ugly
and
wrinkled
.
What
did
it
matter
if
they
did
get
ugly
?
She
'd
probably
never
get
a
chance
to
show
them
again
.
She
looked
hungrily
at
the
frocks
floating
by
,
butter-yellow
watered
silks
with
garlands
of
rosebuds
;
pink
satins
with
eighteen
flounces
edged
with
tiny
black
velvet
ribbons
;
baby
blue
taffeta
,
ten
yards
in
the
skirt
and
foamy
with
cascading
lace
;
exposed
bosoms
;
seductive
flowers
.
Maybelle
Merriwether
went
toward
the
next
booth
on
the
arm
of
the
Zouave
,
in
an
apple-green
tarlatan
so
wide
that
it
reduced
her
waist
to
nothingness
.
It
was
showered
and
flounced
with
cream-colored
Chantilly
lace
that
had
come
from
Charleston
on
the
last
blockader
,
and
Maybelle
was
flaunting
it
as
saucily
as
if
she
and
not
the
famous
Captain
Butler
had
run
the
blockade
.
"
How
sweet
I
'd
look
in
that
dress
,
"
thought
Scarlett
,
a
savage
envy
in
her
heart
.
"
Her
waist
is
as
big
as
a
cow
's
.
That
green
is
just
my
color
and
it
would
make
my
eyes
look
--
Why
will
blondes
try
to
wear
that
color
?
Her
skin
looks
as
green
as
an
old
cheese
.
And
to
think
I
'll
never
wear
that
color
again
,
not
even
when
I
do
get
out
of
mourning
.
No
,
not
even
if
I
do
manage
to
get
married
again
.
Then
I
'll
have
to
wear
tacky
old
grays
and
tans
and
lilacs
.
"
For
a
brief
moment
she
considered
the
unfairness
of
it
all
.
How
short
was
the
time
for
fun
,
for
pretty
clothes
,
for
dancing
,
for
coquetting
!
Only
a
few
,
too
few
years
!
Then
you
married
and
wore
dull-colored
dresses
and
had
babies
that
ruined
your
waist
line
and
sat
in
corners
at
dances
with
other
sober
matrons
and
only
emerged
to
dance
with
your
husband
or
with
old
gentlemen
who
stepped
on
your
feet
.
If
you
did
n't
do
these
things
,
the
other
matrons
talked
about
you
and
then
your
reputation
was
ruined
and
your
family
disgraced
.
It
seemed
such
a
terrible
waste
to
spend
all
your
little
girlhood
learning
how
to
be
attractive
and
how
to
catch
men
and
then
only
use
the
knowledge
for
a
year
or
two
.
When
she
considered
her
training
at
the
hands
of
Ellen
and
Mammy
,
she
knew
it
had
been
thorough
and
good
because
it
had
always
reaped
results
.
There
were
set
rules
to
be
followed
,
and
if
you
followed
them
success
crowned
your
efforts
.
