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Somehow
Melanie
made
her
way
to
the
center
of
the
excited
throng
and
somehow
made
her
usually
soft
voice
heard
above
the
tumult
.
Her
heart
was
in
her
throat
with
fright
at
daring
to
address
the
indignant
gathering
and
her
voice
shook
but
she
kept
crying
:
"
Ladies
!
Please
!
"
till
the
din
died
down
.
"
I
want
to
say
--
I
mean
,
I
've
thought
for
a
long
time
that
--
that
not
only
should
we
pull
up
the
weeds
but
we
should
plant
flowers
on
--
I
--
I
do
n't
care
what
you
think
but
every
time
I
go
to
take
flowers
to
dear
Charlie
's
grave
,
I
always
put
some
on
the
grave
of
an
unknown
Yankee
which
is
near
by
.
It
--
it
looks
so
forlorn
!
"
The
excitement
broke
out
again
in
louder
words
and
this
time
the
two
organizations
merged
and
spoke
as
one
.
"
On
Yankee
graves
!
Oh
,
Melly
,
how
could
you
!
"
"
And
they
killed
Charlie
!
"
"
They
almost
killed
you
!
"
"
Why
,
the
Yankees
might
have
killed
Beau
when
he
was
born
!
"
"
They
tried
to
burn
you
out
of
Tara
!
"
Melanie
held
onto
the
back
of
her
chair
for
support
,
almost
crumpling
beneath
the
weight
of
a
disapproval
she
had
never
known
before
.
"
Oh
,
ladies
!
"
she
cried
,
pleading
.
"
Please
,
let
me
finish
!
I
know
I
have
n't
the
right
to
speak
on
this
matter
,
for
none
of
my
loved
ones
were
killed
except
Charlie
,
and
I
know
where
he
lies
,
thank
God
!
But
there
are
so
many
among
us
today
who
do
not
know
where
their
sons
and
husbands
and
brothers
are
buried
and
--
"
She
choked
and
there
was
a
dead
silence
in
the
room
.
Mrs.
Meade
's
flaming
eyes
went
somber
.
She
had
made
the
long
trip
to
Gettysburg
after
the
battle
to
bring
back
Darcy
's
body
but
no
one
had
been
able
to
tell
her
where
he
was
buried
.
Somewhere
in
some
hastily
dug
trench
in
the
enemy
's
country
.
And
Mrs.
Allan
's
mouth
quivered
.
Her
husband
and
brother
had
been
on
that
ill-starred
raid
Morgan
made
into
Ohio
and
the
last
information
she
had
of
them
was
that
they
fell
on
the
banks
of
the
river
,
just
as
the
Yankee
cavalry
stormed
up
.
She
did
not
know
where
they
lay
.
Mrs.
Allison
's
son
had
died
in
a
Northern
prison
camp
and
she
,
the
poorest
of
the
poor
,
was
unable
to
bring
his
body
home
.
There
were
others
who
had
read
on
casualty
lists
:
"
Missing
--
believed
dead
,
"
and
in
those
words
had
learned
the
last
news
they
were
ever
to
learn
of
men
they
had
seen
march
away
.
