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"
This
ai
n't
no
weather
for
a
lady
to
be
out
in
,
"
said
the
soldier
reprovingly
,
"
with
all
this
la
grippe
in
the
air
.
Here
's
Post
Command
,
lady
--
What
's
the
matter
?
"
"
This
house
--
this
house
is
your
headquarters
?
"
Scarlett
looked
up
at
the
lovely
old
dwelling
facing
on
the
square
and
could
have
cried
.
She
had
been
to
so
many
parties
in
this
house
during
the
war
.
It
had
been
a
gay
beautiful
place
and
now
--
there
was
a
large
United
States
flag
floating
over
it
.
"
What
's
the
matter
?
"
"
Nothing
--
only
--
only
--
I
used
to
know
the
people
who
lived
here
.
"
"
Well
,
that
's
too
bad
.
I
guess
they
would
n't
know
it
themselves
if
they
saw
it
,
for
it
shore
is
torn
up
on
the
inside
.
Now
,
you
go
on
in
,
Ma
'm
,
and
ask
for
the
captain
.
"
She
went
up
the
steps
,
caressing
the
broken
white
banisters
,
and
pushed
open
the
front
door
.
The
hall
was
dark
and
as
cold
as
a
vault
and
a
shivering
sentry
was
leaning
against
the
closed
folding
doors
of
what
had
been
,
in
better
days
,
the
dining
room
.
"
I
want
to
see
the
captain
,
"
she
said
.
He
pulled
back
the
doors
and
she
entered
the
room
,
her
heart
beating
rapidly
,
her
face
flushing
with
embarrassment
and
excitement
.
There
was
a
close
stuffy
smell
in
the
room
,
compounded
of
the
smoking
fire
,
tobacco
fumes
,
leather
,
damp
woolen
uniforms
and
unwashed
bodies
.
She
had
a
confused
impression
of
bare
walls
with
torn
wallpaper
,
rows
of
blue
overcoats
and
slouch
hats
hung
on
nails
,
a
roaring
fire
,
a
long
table
covered
with
papers
and
a
group
of
officers
in
blue
uniforms
with
brass
buttons
.
She
gulped
once
and
found
her
voice
.
She
must
n't
let
these
Yankees
know
she
was
afraid
.
She
must
look
and
be
her
prettiest
and
most
unconcerned
self
.
"
The
captain
?
"
