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There
was
hardly
a
house
in
town
that
had
not
sent
away
a
son
,
a
brother
,
a
father
,
a
lover
,
a
husband
,
to
this
battle
.
They
all
waited
to
hear
the
news
that
death
had
come
to
their
homes
.
They
expected
death
.
They
did
not
expect
defeat
.
That
thought
they
dismissed
.
Their
men
might
be
dying
,
even
now
,
on
the
sun-parched
grass
of
the
Pennsylvania
hills
.
Even
now
the
Southern
ranks
might
be
falling
like
grain
before
a
hailstorm
,
but
the
Cause
for
which
they
fought
could
never
fall
.
They
might
be
dying
in
thousands
but
,
like
the
fruit
of
the
dragon
's
teeth
,
thousands
of
fresh
men
in
gray
and
butternut
with
the
Rebel
yell
on
their
lips
would
spring
up
from
the
earth
to
take
their
places
.
Where
these
men
would
come
from
,
no
one
knew
.
They
only
knew
,
as
surely
as
they
knew
there
was
a
just
and
jealous
God
in
Heaven
,
that
Lee
was
miraculous
and
the
Army
of
Virginia
invincible
.
Scarlett
,
Melanie
and
Miss
Pittypat
sat
in
front
of
the
Daily
Examiner
office
in
the
carriage
with
the
top
back
,
sheltered
beneath
their
parasols
.
Scarlett
's
hands
shook
so
that
her
parasol
wobbled
above
her
head
,
Pitty
was
so
excited
her
nose
quivered
in
her
round
face
like
a
rabbit
's
,
but
Melanie
sat
as
though
carved
of
stone
,
her
dark
eyes
growing
larger
and
larger
as
time
went
by
.
She
made
only
one
remark
in
two
hours
,
as
she
took
a
vial
of
smelling
salts
from
her
reticule
and
handed
it
to
her
aunt
,
the
only
time
she
had
ever
spoken
to
her
,
in
her
whole
life
,
with
anything
but
tenderest
affection
.
"
Take
this
,
Auntie
,
and
use
it
if
you
feel
faint
.
I
warn
you
if
you
do
faint
you
'll
just
have
to
faint
and
let
Uncle
Peter
take
you
home
,
for
I
'm
not
going
to
leave
this
place
till
I
hear
about
--
till
I
hear
.
And
I
'm
not
going
to
let
Scarlett
leave
me
,
either
.
"
Scarlett
had
no
intention
of
leaving
,
no
intention
of
placing
herself
where
she
could
not
have
the
first
news
of
Ashley
.
No
,
even
if
Miss
Pitty
died
,
she
would
n't
leave
this
spot
.
Somewhere
,
Ashley
was
fighting
,
perhaps
dying
,
and
the
newspaper
office
was
the
only
place
where
she
could
learn
the
truth
.
She
looked
about
the
crowd
,
picking
out
friends
and
neighbors
,
Mrs.
Meade
with
her
bonnet
askew
and
her
arm
through
that
of
fifteen-year-old
Phil
;
the
Misses
McLure
trying
to
make
their
trembling
upper
lips
cover
their
buck
teeth
;
Mrs.
Elsing
,
erect
as
a
Spartan
mother
,
betraying
her
inner
turmoil
only
by
the
straggling
gray
locks
that
hung
from
her
chignon
;
and
Fanny
Elsing
white
as
a
ghost
.
(
Surely
Fanny
would
n't
be
so
worried
about
her
brother
Hugh
.
Had
she
a
real
beau
at
the
front
that
no
one
suspected
?
)
Mrs.
Merriwether
sat
in
her
carriage
patting
Maybelle
's
hand
.
Maybelle
looked
so
very
pregnant
it
was
a
disgrace
for
her
to
be
out
in
public
,
even
if
she
did
have
her
shawl
carefully
draped
over
her
.
Why
should
she
be
so
worried
?
Nobody
had
heard
that
the
Louisiana
troops
were
in
Pennsylvania
.
Probably
her
hairy
little
Zouave
was
safe
in
Richmond
this
very
minute
.
There
was
a
movement
on
the
outskirts
of
the
crowd
and
those
on
foot
gave
way
as
Rhett
Butler
carefully
edged
his
horse
toward
Aunt
Pitty
's
carriage
.
Scarlett
thought
:
He
's
got
courage
,
coming
here
at
this
time
when
it
would
n't
take
anything
to
make
this
mob
tear
him
to
pieces
because
he
is
n't
in
uniform
.
As
he
came
nearer
,
she
thought
she
might
be
the
first
to
rend
him
.
How
dared
he
sit
there
on
that
fine
horse
,
in
shining
boots
and
handsome
white
linen
suit
,
so
sleek
and
well
fed
,
smoking
an
expensive
cigar
,
when
Ashley
and
all
the
other
boys
were
fighting
the
Yankees
,
barefooted
,
sweltering
in
the
heat
,
hungry
,
their
bellies
rotten
with
disease
?
Bitter
looks
were
thrown
at
him
as
he
came
slowly
through
the
press
.
Old
men
growled
in
their
beards
,
and
Mrs.
Merriwether
who
feared
nothing
rose
slightly
in
her
carriage
and
said
clearly
:
"
Speculator
!
"
in
a
tone
that
made
the
word
the
foulest
and
most
venomous
of
epithets
.
He
paid
no
heed
to
anyone
but
raised
his
hat
to
Melly
and
Aunt
Pitty
and
,
riding
to
Scarlett
's
side
,
leaned
down
and
whispered
:
"
Do
n't
you
think
this
would
be
the
time
for
Dr.
Meade
to
give
us
his
familiar
speech
about
victory
perching
like
a
screaming
eagle
on
our
banners
?
"
