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He
did
not
speak
and
Dr.
Meade
thundered
,
losing
his
temper
:
"
Our
men
have
fought
without
shoes
before
and
without
food
and
won
victories
.
And
they
will
fight
again
and
win
!
I
tell
you
General
Johnston
can
not
be
dislodged
!
The
mountain
fastnesses
have
always
been
the
refuge
and
the
strong
forts
of
invaded
peoples
from
ancient
times
.
Think
of
--
think
of
Thermopylae
!
"
Scarlett
thought
hard
but
Thermopylae
meant
nothing
to
her
.
"
They
died
to
the
last
man
at
Thermopylae
,
did
n't
they
,
Doctor
?
"
Rhett
asked
,
and
his
lips
twitched
with
suppressed
laughter
.
"
Are
you
being
insulting
,
young
man
?
"
"
Doctor
!
I
beg
of
you
!
You
misunderstood
me
!
I
merely
asked
for
information
.
My
memory
of
ancient
history
is
poor
.
"
"
If
need
be
,
our
army
will
die
to
the
last
man
before
they
permit
the
Yankees
to
advance
farther
into
Georgia
,
"
snapped
the
doctor
.
"
But
it
will
not
be
.
They
will
drive
them
out
of
Georgia
in
one
skirmish
.
"
Aunt
Pittypat
rose
hastily
and
asked
Scarlett
to
favor
them
with
a
piano
selection
and
a
song
.
She
saw
that
the
conversation
was
rapidly
getting
into
deep
and
stormy
water
.
She
had
known
very
well
there
would
be
trouble
if
she
invited
Rhett
to
supper
.
There
was
always
trouble
when
he
was
present
.
Just
how
he
started
it
,
she
never
exactly
understood
.
Dear
!
Dear
!
What
did
Scarlett
see
in
the
man
?
And
how
could
dear
Melly
defend
him
?
As
Scarlett
went
obediently
into
the
parlor
,
a
silence
fell
on
the
porch
,
a
silence
that
pulsed
with
resentment
toward
Rhett
.
How
could
anyone
not
believe
with
heart
and
soul
in
the
invincibility
of
General
Johnston
and
his
men
?
Believing
was
a
sacred
duty
.
And
those
who
were
so
traitorous
as
not
to
believe
should
,
at
least
,
have
the
decency
to
keep
their
mouths
shut
.
