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"
You
talk
like
a
Baptist
preacher
making
a
recruiting
speech
.
Suppose
I
do
n't
want
to
redeem
myself
?
Why
should
I
fight
to
uphold
the
system
that
cast
me
out
?
I
shall
take
pleasure
in
seeing
it
smashed
.
"
"
I
never
heard
of
any
system
,
"
she
said
crossly
.
"
No
?
And
yet
you
are
a
part
of
it
,
like
I
was
,
and
I
'll
wager
you
do
n't
like
it
any
more
than
I
did
.
Well
,
why
am
I
the
black
sheep
of
the
Butler
family
?
For
this
reason
and
no
other
--
I
did
n't
conform
to
Charleston
and
I
could
n't
.
And
Charleston
is
the
South
,
only
intensified
.
I
wonder
if
you
realize
yet
what
a
bore
it
is
?
So
many
things
that
one
must
do
because
they
've
always
been
done
.
So
many
things
,
quite
harmless
,
that
one
must
not
do
for
the
same
reason
.
So
many
things
that
annoyed
me
by
their
senselessness
.
Not
marrying
the
young
lady
,
of
whom
you
have
probably
heard
,
was
merely
the
last
straw
.
Why
should
I
marry
a
boring
fool
,
simply
because
an
accident
prevented
me
from
getting
her
home
before
dark
?
And
why
permit
her
wild-eyed
brother
to
shoot
and
kill
me
,
when
I
could
shoot
straighter
?
If
I
had
been
a
gentleman
,
of
course
,
I
would
have
let
him
kill
me
and
that
would
have
wiped
the
blot
from
the
Butler
escutcheon
.
But
--
I
like
to
live
.
And
so
I
've
lived
and
I
've
had
a
good
time
...
.
When
I
think
of
my
brother
,
living
among
the
sacred
cows
of
Charleston
,
and
most
reverent
toward
them
,
and
remember
his
stodgy
wife
and
his
Saint
Cecilia
Balls
and
his
everlasting
rice
fields
--
then
I
know
the
compensation
for
breaking
with
the
system
.
Scarlett
,
our
Southern
way
of
living
is
as
antiquated
as
the
feudal
system
of
the
Middle
Ages
.
The
wonder
is
that
it
's
lasted
as
long
as
it
has
.
It
had
to
go
and
it
's
going
now
.
And
yet
you
expect
me
to
listen
to
orators
like
Dr.
Meade
who
tell
me
our
Cause
is
just
and
holy
?
And
get
so
excited
by
the
roll
of
drums
that
I
'll
grab
a
musket
and
rush
off
to
Virginia
to
shed
my
blood
for
Marse
Robert
?
What
kind
of
a
fool
do
you
think
I
am
?
Kissing
the
rod
that
chastised
me
is
not
in
my
line
.
The
South
and
I
are
even
now
.
The
South
threw
me
out
to
starve
once
.
I
have
n't
starved
,
and
I
am
making
enough
money
out
of
the
South
's
death
throes
to
compensate
me
for
my
lost
birthright
.
"
"
I
think
you
are
vile
and
mercenary
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
but
her
remark
was
automatic
.
Most
of
what
he
was
saying
went
over
her
head
,
as
did
any
conversation
that
was
not
personal
.
But
part
of
it
made
sense
.
There
were
such
a
lot
of
foolish
things
about
life
among
nice
people
.
Having
to
pretend
that
her
heart
was
in
the
grave
when
it
was
n't
.
And
how
shocked
everybody
had
been
when
she
danced
at
the
bazaar
.
And
the
infuriating
way
people
lifted
their
eyebrows
every
time
she
did
or
said
anything
the
least
bit
different
from
what
every
other
young
woman
did
and
said
.
But
still
,
she
was
jarred
at
hearing
him
attack
the
very
traditions
that
irked
her
most
.
She
had
lived
too
long
among
people
who
dissembled
politely
not
to
feel
disturbed
at
hearing
her
own
thoughts
put
into
words
.
"
Mercenary
?
No
,
I
'm
only
farsighted
.
Though
perhaps
that
is
merely
a
synonym
for
mercenary
.
At
least
,
people
who
were
not
as
farsighted
as
I
will
call
it
that
.
Any
loyal
Confederate
who
had
a
thousand
dollars
in
cash
in
1861
could
have
done
what
I
did
,
but
how
few
were
mercenary
enough
to
take
advantage
of
their
opportunities
!
As
for
instance
,
right
after
Fort
Sumter
fell
and
before
the
blockade
was
established
,
I
bought
up
several
thousand
bales
of
cotton
at
dirt-cheap
prices
and
ran
them
to
England
.
They
are
still
there
in
warehouses
in
Liverpool
.
I
've
never
sold
them
.
I
'm
holding
them
until
the
English
mills
have
to
have
cotton
and
will
give
me
any
price
I
ask
.
I
would
n't
be
surprised
if
I
got
a
dollar
a
pound
.
"
"
You
'll
get
a
dollar
a
pound
when
elephants
roost
in
trees
!
"
"
I
'll
believe
I
'll
get
it
.
Cotton
is
at
seventy-two
cents
a
pound
already
.
I
'm
going
to
be
a
rich
man
when
this
war
is
over
,
Scarlett
,
because
I
was
farsighted
--
pardon
me
,
mercenary
.
I
told
you
once
before
that
there
were
two
times
for
making
big
money
,
one
in
the
upbuilding
of
a
country
and
the
other
in
its
destruction
.
Slow
money
on
the
upbuilding
,
fast
money
in
the
crack-up
.
Remember
my
words
.
Perhaps
they
may
be
of
use
to
you
some
day
.
"
"
I
do
appreciate
good
advice
so
much
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
with
all
the
sarcasm
she
could
muster
.
"
But
I
do
n't
need
your
advice
.
Do
you
think
Pa
is
a
pauper
?
He
's
got
all
the
money
I
'll
ever
need
and
then
I
have
Charles
'
property
besides
.
"
