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With
old
ladies
you
were
sweet
and
guileless
and
appeared
as
simple
minded
as
possible
,
for
old
ladies
were
sharp
and
they
watched
girls
as
jealously
as
cats
,
ready
to
pounce
on
any
indiscretion
of
tongue
or
eye
.
With
old
gentlemen
,
a
girl
was
pert
and
saucy
and
almost
,
but
not
quite
,
flirtatious
,
so
that
the
old
fools
'
vanities
would
be
tickled
.
It
made
them
feel
devilish
and
young
and
they
pinched
your
cheek
and
declared
you
were
a
minx
.
And
,
of
course
,
you
always
blushed
on
such
occasions
,
otherwise
they
would
pinch
you
with
more
pleasure
than
was
proper
and
then
tell
their
sons
that
you
were
fast
.
With
young
girls
and
young
married
women
,
you
slopped
over
with
sugar
and
kissed
them
every
time
you
met
them
,
even
if
it
was
ten
times
a
day
.
And
you
put
your
arms
about
their
waists
and
suffered
them
to
do
the
same
to
you
,
no
matter
how
much
you
disliked
it
.
You
admired
their
frocks
or
their
babies
indiscriminately
and
teased
about
beaux
and
complimented
husbands
and
giggled
modestly
and
denied
that
you
had
any
charms
at
all
compared
with
theirs
.
And
,
above
all
,
you
never
said
what
you
really
thought
about
anything
,
any
more
than
they
said
what
they
really
thought
.
Other
women
's
husbands
you
let
severely
alone
,
even
if
they
were
your
own
discarded
beaux
,
and
no
matter
how
temptingly
attractive
they
were
.
If
you
were
too
nice
to
young
husbands
,
their
wives
said
you
were
fast
and
you
got
a
bad
reputation
and
never
caught
any
beaux
of
your
own
.
But
with
young
bachelors
--
ah
,
that
was
a
different
matter
!
You
could
laugh
softly
at
them
and
when
they
came
flying
to
see
why
you
laughed
,
you
could
refuse
to
tell
them
and
laugh
harder
and
keep
them
around
indefinitely
trying
to
find
out
.
You
could
promise
,
with
your
eyes
,
any
number
of
exciting
things
that
would
make
a
man
maneuver
to
get
you
alone
.
And
,
having
gotten
you
alone
,
you
could
be
very
,
very
hurt
or
very
,
very
angry
when
he
tried
to
kiss
you
.
You
could
make
him
apologize
for
being
a
cur
and
forgive
him
so
sweetly
that
he
would
hang
around
trying
to
kiss
you
a
second
time
.
Sometimes
,
but
not
often
,
you
did
let
him
kiss
you
.
(
Ellen
and
Mammy
had
not
taught
her
that
but
she
learned
it
was
effective
.
)
Then
you
cried
and
declared
you
did
n't
know
what
had
come
over
you
and
that
he
could
n't
ever
respect
you
again
.
Then
he
had
to
dry
your
eyes
and
usually
he
proposed
,
to
show
just
how
much
he
did
respect
you
.
And
then
there
were
--
Oh
,
there
were
so
many
things
to
do
to
bachelors
and
she
knew
them
all
,
the
nuance
of
the
sidelong
glance
,
the
half-smile
behind
the
fan
,
the
swaying
of
the
hips
so
that
skirts
swung
like
a
bell
,
the
tears
,
the
laughter
,
the
flattery
,
the
sweet
sympathy
.
Oh
,
all
the
tricks
that
never
failed
to
work
--
except
with
Ashley
.
No
,
it
did
n't
seem
right
to
learn
all
these
smart
tricks
,
use
them
so
briefly
and
then
put
them
away
forever
.
How
wonderful
it
would
be
never
to
marry
but
to
go
on
being
lovely
in
pale
green
dresses
and
forever
courted
by
handsome
men
.
But
,
if
you
went
on
too
long
,
you
got
to
be
an
old
maid
like
India
Wilkes
and
everyone
said
"
poor
thing
"
in
that
smug
hateful
way
.
No
,
after
all
it
was
better
to
marry
and
keep
your
self-respect
even
if
you
never
had
any
more
fun
.
Oh
,
what
a
mess
life
was
!
Why
had
she
been
such
an
idiot
as
to
marry
Charles
of
all
people
and
have
her
life
end
at
sixteen
?
Her
indignant
and
hopeless
reverie
was
broken
when
the
crowd
began
pushing
back
against
the
walls
,
the
ladies
carefully
holding
their
hoops
so
that
no
careless
contact
should
turn
them
up
against
their
bodies
and
show
more
pantalets
than
was
proper
.
Scarlett
tiptoed
above
the
crowd
and
saw
the
captain
of
the
militia
mounting
the
orchestra
platform
.
He
shouted
orders
and
half
of
the
Company
fell
into
line
.
For
a
few
minutes
they
went
through
a
brisk
drill
that
brought
perspiration
to
their
foreheads
and
cheers
and
applause
from
the
audience
.
Scarlett
clapped
her
hands
dutifully
with
the
rest
and
,
as
the
soldiers
pushed
forward
toward
the
punch
and
lemonade
booths
after
they
were
dismissed
,
she
turned
to
Melanie
,
feeling
that
she
had
better
begin
her
deception
about
the
Cause
as
soon
as
possible
.
"
They
looked
fine
,
did
n't
they
?
"
she
said
.
Melanie
was
fussing
about
with
the
knitted
things
on
the
counter
.
"
Most
of
them
would
look
a
lot
finer
in
gray
uniforms
and
in
Virginia
,
"
she
said
,
and
she
did
not
trouble
to
lower
her
voice
.
