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All
that
money
for
tombstones
!
Why
,
they
were
fools
!
She
felt
as
indignant
as
if
her
own
money
had
been
squandered
.
Carreen
's
eyes
were
shining
oddly
.
"
I
think
it
's
lovely
,
"
she
whispered
pointing
to
the
first
stone
.
Carreen
would
think
it
lovely
.
Anything
sentimental
stirred
her
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Mrs.
Tarleton
and
her
voice
was
soft
,
"
we
thought
it
very
fitting
--
they
died
almost
at
the
same
time
.
Stuart
first
and
then
Brent
who
caught
up
the
flag
he
dropped
.
"
As
the
girls
drove
back
to
Tara
,
Scarlett
was
silent
for
a
while
,
thinking
of
what
she
had
seen
in
the
various
homes
,
remembering
against
her
will
the
County
in
its
glory
,
with
visitors
at
all
the
big
houses
and
money
plentiful
,
negroes
crowding
the
quarters
and
the
well-tended
fields
glorious
with
cotton
.
"
In
another
year
,
there
'll
be
little
pines
all
over
these
fields
,
"
she
thought
and
looking
toward
the
encircling
forest
she
shuddered
.
"
Without
the
darkies
,
it
will
be
all
we
can
do
to
keep
body
and
soul
together
.
Nobody
can
run
a
big
plantation
without
the
darkies
,
and
lots
of
the
fields
wo
n't
be
cultivated
at
all
and
the
woods
will
take
over
the
fields
again
.
Nobody
can
plant
much
cotton
,
and
what
will
we
do
then
?
What
'll
become
of
country
folks
?
Town
folks
can
manage
somehow
.
They
've
always
managed
.
But
we
country
folks
will
go
back
a
hundred
years
like
the
pioneers
who
had
little
cabins
and
just
scratched
a
few
acres
--
and
barely
existed
.
"
No
--
"
she
thought
grimly
,
"
Tara
is
n't
going
to
be
like
that
.
Not
even
if
I
have
to
plow
myself
.
This
whole
section
,
this
whole
state
can
go
back
to
woods
if
it
wants
to
,
but
I
wo
n't
let
Tara
go
.
And
I
do
n't
intend
to
waste
my
money
on
tombstones
or
my
time
crying
about
the
war
.
We
can
make
out
somehow
.
I
know
we
could
make
out
somehow
if
the
men
were
n't
all
dead
.
Losing
the
darkies
is
n't
the
worst
part
about
this
.
It
's
the
loss
of
the
men
,
the
young
men
.
"
She
thought
again
of
the
four
Tarletons
and
Joe
Fontaine
,
of
Raiford
Calvert
and
the
Munroe
brothers
and
all
the
boys
from
Fayetteville
and
Jonesboro
whose
names
she
had
read
on
the
casualty
lists
.
"
If
there
were
just
enough
men
left
,
we
could
manage
somehow
but
--
"
Another
thought
struck
her
--
suppose
she
wanted
to
marry
again
.
Of
course
,
she
did
n't
want
to
marry
again
.
Once
was
certainly
enough
.
Besides
,
the
only
man
she
'd
ever
wanted
was
Ashley
and
he
was
married
if
he
was
still
living
.
But
suppose
she
would
want
to
marry
.
