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"
How
do
you
suppose
I
got
my
boy
?
"
she
cried
fiercely
.
"
Oh
,
there
are
other
ways
than
husbands
--
"
"
Will
you
hush
and
hurry
?
"
But
he
drew
rein
abruptly
,
almost
at
Marietta
Street
,
in
the
shadow
of
a
warehouse
not
yet
touched
by
the
flames
.
"
Hurry
!
"
It
was
the
only
word
in
her
mind
.
Hurry
!
Hurry
!
"
Soldiers
,
"
he
said
.
The
detachment
came
down
Marietta
Street
,
between
the
burning
buildings
,
walking
at
route
step
,
tiredly
,
rifles
held
any
way
,
heads
down
,
too
weary
to
hurry
,
too
weary
to
care
if
timbers
were
crashing
to
right
and
left
and
smoke
billowing
about
them
.
They
were
all
ragged
,
so
ragged
that
between
officers
and
men
there
were
no
distinguishing
insignia
except
here
and
there
a
torn
hat
brim
pinned
up
with
a
wreathed
"
C.
S.
A.
"
Many
were
barefooted
and
here
and
there
a
dirty
bandage
wrapped
a
head
or
arm
.
They
went
past
,
looking
neither
to
left
nor
right
,
so
silent
that
had
it
not
been
for
the
steady
tramp
of
feet
they
might
all
have
been
ghosts
.
"
Take
a
good
look
at
them
,
"
came
Rhett
's
gibing
voice
,
"
so
you
can
tell
your
grandchildren
you
saw
the
rear
guard
of
the
Glorious
Cause
in
retreat
.
"
Suddenly
she
hated
him
,
hated
him
with
a
strength
that
momentarily
overpowered
her
fear
,
made
it
seem
petty
and
small
.
She
knew
her
safety
and
that
of
the
others
in
the
back
of
the
wagon
depended
on
him
and
him
alone
,
but
she
hated
him
for
his
sneering
at
those
ragged
ranks
.
She
thought
of
Charles
who
was
dead
and
Ashley
who
might
be
dead
and
all
the
gay
and
gallant
young
men
who
were
rotting
in
shallow
graves
and
she
forgot
that
she
,
too
,
had
once
thought
them
fools
.
She
could
not
speak
,
but
hatred
and
disgust
burned
in
her
eyes
as
she
stared
at
him
fiercely
.
