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When
she
thought
of
the
baby
at
all
,
it
was
with
baffled
rage
at
the
untimeliness
of
it
.
"
Death
and
taxes
and
childbirth
!
There
's
never
any
convenient
time
for
any
of
them
!
"
Atlanta
had
been
scandalized
enough
when
Scarlett
,
a
woman
,
began
operating
the
sawmill
but
,
as
time
went
by
,
the
town
decided
there
was
no
limit
to
what
she
would
do
.
Her
sharp
trading
was
shocking
,
especially
when
her
poor
mother
had
been
a
Robillard
,
and
it
was
positively
indecent
the
way
she
kept
on
going
about
the
streets
when
everyone
knew
she
was
pregnant
.
No
respectable
white
woman
and
few
negroes
ever
went
outside
their
homes
from
the
moment
they
first
suspected
they
were
with
child
,
and
Mrs.
Merriwether
declared
indignantly
that
from
the
way
Scarlett
was
acting
she
was
likely
to
have
the
baby
on
the
public
streets
.
But
all
the
previous
criticism
of
her
conduct
was
as
nothing
compared
with
the
buzz
of
gossip
that
now
went
through
the
town
.
Scarlett
was
not
only
trafficking
with
the
Yankees
but
was
giving
every
appearance
of
really
liking
it
!
Mrs.
Merriwether
and
many
other
Southerners
were
also
doing
business
with
the
newcomers
from
the
North
,
but
the
difference
was
that
they
did
not
like
it
and
plainly
showed
they
did
not
like
it
.
And
Scarlett
did
,
or
seemed
to
,
which
was
just
as
bad
.
She
had
actually
taken
tea
with
the
Yankee
officers
'
wives
in
their
homes
!
In
fact
,
she
had
done
practically
everything
short
of
inviting
them
into
her
own
home
,
and
the
town
guessed
she
would
do
even
that
,
except
for
Aunt
Pitty
and
Frank
.
Scarlett
knew
the
town
was
talking
but
she
did
not
care
,
could
not
afford
to
care
.
She
still
hated
the
Yankees
with
as
fierce
a
hate
as
on
the
day
when
they
tried
to
burn
Tara
,
but
she
could
dissemble
that
hate
.
She
knew
that
if
she
was
going
to
make
money
,
she
would
have
to
make
it
out
of
the
Yankees
,
and
she
had
learned
that
buttering
them
up
with
smiles
and
kind
words
was
the
surest
way
to
get
their
business
for
her
mill
.
Some
day
when
she
was
very
rich
and
her
money
was
hidden
away
where
the
Yankees
could
not
find
it
,
then
,
then
she
would
tell
them
exactly
what
she
thought
of
them
,
tell
them
how
she
hated
and
loathed
and
despised
them
.
And
what
a
joy
that
would
be
!
But
until
that
time
came
,
it
was
just
plain
common
sense
to
get
along
with
them
.
And
if
that
was
hypocrisy
,
let
Atlanta
make
the
most
of
it
.
She
discovered
that
making
friends
with
the
Yankee
officers
was
as
easy
as
shooting
birds
on
the
ground
.
They
were
lonely
exiles
in
a
hostile
land
and
many
of
them
were
starved
for
polite
feminine
associations
in
a
town
where
respectable
women
drew
their
skirts
aside
in
passing
and
looked
as
if
they
would
like
to
spit
on
them
.
Only
the
prostitutes
and
the
negro
women
had
kind
words
for
them
.
But
Scarlett
was
obviously
a
lady
and
a
lady
of
family
,
for
all
that
she
worked
,
and
they
thrilled
to
her
flashing
smile
and
the
pleasant
light
in
her
green
eyes
.
Frequently
when
Scarlett
sat
in
her
buggy
talking
to
them
and
making
her
dimples
play
,
her
dislike
for
them
rose
so
strong
that
it
was
hard
not
to
curse
them
to
their
faces
.
But
she
restrained
herself
and
she
found
that
twisting
Yankee
men
around
her
finger
was
no
more
difficult
than
that
same
diversion
had
been
with
Southern
men
.
Only
this
was
no
diversion
but
a
grim
business
.
The
role
she
enacted
was
that
of
a
refined
sweet
Southern
lady
in
distress
.
With
an
air
of
dignified
reserve
she
was
able
to
keep
her
victims
at
their
proper
distance
,
but
there
was
nevertheless
a
graciousness
in
her
manner
which
left
a
certain
warmth
in
the
Yankee
officers
'
memories
of
Mrs.
Kennedy
.
