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During
the
months
when
the
town
accepted
him
,
Scarlett
had
been
under
no
illusions
about
him
.
She
knew
that
his
elaborate
gallantries
and
his
florid
speeches
were
all
done
with
his
tongue
in
his
cheek
.
She
knew
that
he
was
acting
the
part
of
the
dashing
and
patriotic
blockade
runner
simply
because
it
amused
him
.
Sometimes
he
seemed
to
her
like
the
County
boys
with
whom
she
had
grown
up
,
the
wild
Tarleton
twins
with
their
obsession
for
practical
jokes
;
the
devil-inspired
Fontaines
,
teasing
,
mischievous
;
the
Calverts
who
would
sit
up
all
night
planning
hoaxes
.
But
there
was
a
difference
,
for
beneath
Rhett
's
seeming
lightness
there
was
something
malicious
,
almost
sinister
in
its
suave
brutality
.
Though
she
was
thoroughly
aware
of
his
insincerity
,
she
much
preferred
him
in
the
role
of
the
romantic
blockader
.
For
one
thing
,
it
made
her
own
situation
in
associating
with
him
so
much
easier
than
it
had
been
at
first
.
So
,
she
was
intensely
annoyed
when
he
dropped
his
masquerade
and
set
out
apparently
upon
a
deliberate
campaign
to
alienate
Atlanta
's
good
will
.
It
annoyed
her
because
it
seemed
foolish
and
also
because
some
of
the
harsh
criticism
directed
at
him
fell
on
her
.
It
was
at
Mrs.
Elsing
's
silver
musicale
for
the
benefit
of
the
convalescents
that
Rhett
signed
his
final
warrant
of
ostracism
.
That
afternoon
the
Elsing
home
was
crowded
with
soldiers
on
leave
and
men
from
the
hospitals
,
members
of
the
Home
Guard
and
the
militia
unit
,
and
matrons
,
widows
and
young
girls
.
Every
chair
in
the
house
was
occupied
,
and
even
the
long
winding
stair
was
packed
with
guests
.
The
large
cut-glass
bowl
held
at
the
door
by
the
Elsings
'
butler
had
been
emptied
twice
of
its
burden
of
silver
coins
.
That
in
itself
was
enough
to
make
the
affair
a
success
,
for
now
a
dollar
in
silver
was
worth
sixty
dollars
in
Confederate
paper
money
.
Every
girl
with
any
pretense
to
accomplishments
had
sung
or
played
the
piano
,
and
the
tableaux
vivants
had
been
greeted
with
flattering
applause
.
Scarlett
was
much
pleased
with
herself
,
for
not
only
had
she
and
Melanie
rendered
a
touching
duet
,
"
When
the
Dew
Is
on
the
Blossom
,
"
followed
as
an
encore
by
the
more
sprightly
"
Oh
,
Lawd
,
Ladies
,
Do
n't
Mind
Stephen
!
"
but
she
had
also
been
chosen
to
represent
the
Spirit
of
the
Confederacy
in
the
last
tableau
.
She
had
looked
most
fetching
,
wearing
a
modestly
draped
Greek
robe
of
white
cheesecloth
girdled
with
red
and
blue
and
holding
the
Stars
and
Bars
in
one
hand
,
while
with
the
other
she
stretched
out
to
the
kneeling
Captain
Carey
Ashburn
,
of
Alabama
,
the
gold-hilted
saber
which
had
belonged
to
Charles
and
his
father
.
When
her
tableau
was
over
,
she
could
not
help
seeking
Rhett
's
eyes
to
see
if
he
had
appreciated
the
pretty
picture
she
made
.
With
a
feeling
of
exasperation
she
saw
that
he
was
in
an
argument
and
probably
had
not
even
noticed
her
.
Scarlett
could
see
by
the
faces
of
the
group
surrounding
him
that
they
were
infuriated
by
what
he
was
saying
.
She
made
her
way
toward
them
and
,
in
one
of
those
odd
silences
which
sometimes
fall
on
a
gathering
,
she
heard
Willie
Guinan
,
of
the
militia
outfit
,
say
plainly
:
"
Do
I
understand
,
sir
,
that
you
mean
the
Cause
for
which
our
heroes
have
died
is
not
sacred
?
"
"
If
you
were
run
over
by
a
railroad
train
your
death
would
n't
sanctify
the
railroad
company
,
would
it
?
"
asked
Rhett
and
his
voice
sounded
as
if
he
were
humbly
seeking
information
.
"
Sir
,
"
said
Willie
,
his
voice
shaking
,
"
if
we
were
not
under
this
roof
--
"
