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"
I
imagine
the
French
aristocrats
thought
practically
the
same
thing
until
the
very
moment
when
they
climbed
into
the
tumbrils
.
"
Frequently
Rhett
pointed
out
to
Scarlett
the
inconsistency
of
her
wearing
black
mourning
clothes
when
she
was
participating
in
all
social
activities
.
He
liked
bright
colors
and
Scarlett
's
funeral
dresses
and
the
crepe
veil
that
hung
from
her
bonnet
to
her
heels
both
amused
him
and
offended
him
.
But
she
clung
to
her
dull
black
dresses
and
her
veil
,
knowing
that
if
she
changed
them
for
colors
without
waiting
several
more
years
,
the
town
would
buzz
even
more
than
it
was
already
buzzing
.
And
besides
,
how
would
she
ever
explain
to
her
mother
?
Rhett
said
frankly
that
the
crepe
veil
made
her
look
like
a
crow
and
the
black
dresses
added
ten
years
to
her
age
.
This
ungallant
statement
sent
her
flying
to
the
mirror
to
see
if
she
really
did
look
twenty-eight
instead
of
eighteen
.
"
I
should
think
you
'd
have
more
pride
than
to
try
to
look
like
Mrs.
Merriwether
,
"
he
taunted
.
"
And
better
taste
than
to
wear
that
veil
to
advertise
a
grief
I
'm
sure
you
never
felt
.
I
'll
lay
a
wager
with
you
.
I
'll
have
that
bonnet
and
veil
off
your
head
and
a
Paris
creation
on
it
within
two
months
.
"
"
Indeed
,
no
,
and
do
n't
let
's
discuss
it
any
further
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
annoyed
by
his
reference
to
Charles
.
Rhett
,
who
was
preparing
to
leave
for
Wilmington
for
another
trip
abroad
,
departed
with
a
grin
on
his
face
.
One
bright
summer
morning
some
weeks
later
,
he
reappeared
with
a
brightly
trimmed
hatbox
in
his
hand
and
,
after
finding
that
Scarlett
was
alone
in
the
house
,
he
opened
it
.
Wrapped
in
layers
of
tissue
was
a
bonnet
,
a
creation
that
made
her
cry
:
"
Oh
,
the
darling
thing
!
"
as
she
reached
for
it
.
Starved
for
the
sight
,
much
less
the
touch
,
of
new
clothes
,
it
seemed
the
loveliest
bonnet
she
had
ever
seen
.
It
was
of
dark-green
taffeta
,
lined
with
water
silk
of
a
pale-jade
color
.
The
ribbons
that
tied
under
the
chin
were
as
wide
as
her
hand
and
they
,
too
,
were
pale
green
.
And
,
curled
about
the
brim
of
this
confection
was
the
perkiest
of
green
ostrich
plumes
.
"
Put
it
on
,
"
said
Rhett
,
smiling
.
She
flew
across
the
room
to
the
mirror
and
plopped
it
on
her
head
,
pushing
back
her
hair
to
show
her
earrings
and
tying
the
ribbon
under
her
chin
.
"
How
do
I
look
?
"
she
cried
,
pirouetting
for
his
benefit
and
tossing
her
head
so
that
the
plume
danced
.
But
she
knew
she
looked
pretty
even
before
she
saw
confirmation
in
his
eyes
.
She
looked
attractively
saucy
and
the
green
of
the
lining
made
her
eyes
dark
emerald
and
sparkling
.
