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The
Yankee
blockade
about
the
Confederate
ports
had
tightened
,
and
luxuries
such
as
tea
,
coffee
,
silks
,
whalebone
stays
,
colognes
,
fashion
magazines
and
books
were
scarce
and
dear
.
Even
the
cheapest
cotton
goods
had
skyrocketed
in
price
and
ladies
were
regretfully
making
their
old
dresses
do
another
season
.
Looms
that
had
gathered
dust
for
years
had
been
brought
down
from
attics
,
and
there
were
webs
of
homespun
to
be
found
in
nearly
every
parlor
.
Everyone
,
soldiers
,
civilians
,
women
,
children
and
negroes
,
began
to
wear
homespun
.
Gray
,
as
the
color
of
the
Confederate
uniform
,
practically
disappeared
and
homespun
of
a
butternut
shade
took
its
place
.
Already
the
hospitals
were
worrying
about
the
scarcity
of
quinine
,
calomel
,
opium
,
chloroform
and
iodine
.
Linen
and
cotton
bandages
were
too
precious
now
to
be
thrown
away
when
used
,
and
every
lady
who
nursed
at
the
hospitals
brought
home
baskets
of
bloody
strips
to
be
washed
and
ironed
and
returned
for
use
on
other
sufferers
.
But
to
Scarlett
,
newly
emerged
from
the
chrysalis
of
widowhood
,
all
the
war
meant
was
a
time
of
gaiety
and
excitement
.
Even
the
small
privations
of
clothing
and
food
did
not
annoy
her
,
so
happy
was
she
to
be
in
the
world
again
.
When
she
thought
of
the
dull
times
of
the
past
year
,
with
the
days
going
by
one
very
much
like
another
,
life
seemed
to
have
quickened
to
an
incredible
speed
.
Every
day
dawned
as
an
exciting
adventure
,
a
day
in
which
she
would
meet
new
men
who
would
ask
to
call
on
her
,
tell
her
how
pretty
she
was
,
and
how
it
was
a
privilege
to
fight
and
,
perhaps
,
to
die
for
her
.
She
could
and
did
love
Ashley
with
the
last
breath
in
her
body
,
but
that
did
not
prevent
her
from
inveigling
other
men
into
asking
to
marry
her
.
The
ever-present
war
in
the
background
lent
a
pleasant
informality
to
social
relations
,
an
informality
which
older
people
viewed
with
alarm
.
Mothers
found
strange
men
calling
on
their
daughters
,
men
who
came
without
letters
of
introduction
and
whose
antecedents
were
unknown
.
To
their
horror
,
mothers
found
their
daughters
holding
hands
with
these
men
.
Mrs.
Merriwether
,
who
had
never
kissed
her
husband
until
after
the
wedding
ceremony
,
could
scarcely
believe
her
eyes
when
she
caught
Maybelle
kissing
the
little
Zouave
,
Rene
Picard
,
and
her
consternation
was
even
greater
when
Maybelle
refused
to
be
ashamed
.
Even
the
fact
that
Rene
immediately
asked
for
her
hand
did
not
improve
matters
.
Mrs.
Merriwether
felt
that
the
South
was
heading
for
a
complete
moral
collapse
and
frequently
said
so
.
Other
mothers
concurred
heartily
with
her
and
blamed
it
on
the
war
.
But
men
who
expected
to
die
within
a
week
or
a
month
could
not
wait
a
year
before
they
begged
to
call
a
girl
by
her
first
name
,
with
"
Miss
,
"
of
course
,
preceding
it
.
Nor
would
they
go
through
the
formal
and
protracted
courtships
which
good
manners
had
prescribed
before
the
war
.
They
were
likely
to
propose
in
three
or
four
months
.
And
girls
who
knew
very
well
that
a
lady
always
refused
a
gentleman
the
first
three
times
he
proposed
rushed
headlong
to
accept
the
first
time
.
This
informality
made
the
war
a
lot
of
fun
for
Scarlett
.
Except
for
the
messy
business
of
nursing
and
the
bore
of
bandage
rolling
,
she
did
not
care
if
the
war
lasted
forever
.
In
fact
,
she
could
endure
the
hospital
with
equanimity
now
because
it
was
a
perfect
happy
hunting
ground
.
The
helpless
wounded
succumbed
to
her
charms
without
a
struggle
.
Renew
their
bandages
,
wash
their
faces
,
pat
up
their
pillows
and
fan
them
,
and
they
fell
in
love
.
Oh
,
it
was
Heaven
after
the
last
dreary
year
!
Scarlett
was
back
again
where
she
had
been
before
she
married
Charles
and
it
was
as
if
she
had
never
married
him
,
never
felt
the
shock
of
his
death
,
never
borne
Wade
.
War
and
marriage
and
childbirth
had
passed
over
her
without
touching
any
deep
chord
within
her
and
she
was
unchanged
.
She
had
a
child
but
he
was
cared
for
so
well
by
the
others
in
the
red
brick
house
she
could
almost
forget
him
.
In
her
mind
and
heart
,
she
was
Scarlett
O'Hara
again
,
the
belle
of
the
County
.
Her
thoughts
and
activities
were
the
same
as
they
had
been
in
the
old
days
,
but
the
field
of
her
activities
had
widened
immensely
.
Careless
of
the
disapproval
of
Aunt
Pitty
's
friends
,
she
behaved
as
she
had
behaved
before
her
marriage
,
went
to
parties
,
danced
,
went
riding
with
soldiers
,
flirted
,
did
everything
she
had
done
as
a
girl
,
except
stop
wearing
mourning
.
This
she
knew
would
be
a
straw
that
would
break
the
backs
of
Pittypat
and
Melanie
.
She
was
as
charming
a
widow
as
she
had
been
a
girl
,
pleasant
when
she
had
her
own
way
,
obliging
as
long
as
it
did
not
discommode
her
,
vain
of
her
looks
and
her
popularity
.
