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Dickens
and
Mr.
Bulwer
--
Lytton
and
not
the
poems
of
Lord
Byron
,
as
had
been
suggested
by
a
young
and
,
Melanie
privately
feared
,
very
fast
bachelor
member
of
the
Circle
.
In
the
nights
of
the
late
summer
her
small
,
feebly
lighted
house
was
always
full
of
guests
.
There
were
never
enough
chairs
to
go
around
and
frequently
ladies
sat
on
the
steps
of
the
front
porch
with
men
grouped
about
them
on
the
banisters
,
on
packing
boxes
or
on
the
lawn
below
.
Sometimes
when
Scarlett
saw
guests
sitting
on
the
grass
,
sipping
tea
,
the
only
refreshment
the
Wilkeses
could
afford
,
she
wondered
how
Melanie
could
bring
herself
to
expose
her
poverty
so
shamelessly
.
Until
Scarlett
was
able
to
furnish
Aunt
Pitty
's
house
as
it
had
been
before
the
war
and
serve
her
guests
good
wine
and
juleps
and
baked
ham
and
cold
haunches
of
venison
,
she
had
no
intention
of
having
guests
in
her
house
--
especially
prominent
guests
,
such
as
Melanie
had
.
General
John
B.
Gordon
,
Georgia
's
great
hero
,
was
frequently
there
with
his
family
.
Father
Ryan
,
the
poet-priest
of
the
Confederacy
,
never
failed
to
call
when
passing
through
Atlanta
.
He
charmed
gatherings
there
with
his
wit
and
seldom
needed
much
urging
to
recite
his
"
Sword
of
Lee
"
or
his
deathless
"
Conquered
Banner
,
"
which
never
failed
to
make
the
ladies
cry
.
Alex
Stephens
,
late
Vice
--
President
of
the
Confederacy
,
visited
whenever
in
town
and
,
when
the
word
went
about
that
he
was
at
Melanie
's
,
the
house
was
filled
and
people
sat
for
hours
under
the
spell
of
the
frail
invalid
with
the
ringing
voice
.
Usually
there
were
a
dozen
children
present
,
nodding
sleepily
in
their
parents
'
arms
,
up
hours
after
their
normal
bedtime
.
No
family
wanted
its
children
to
miss
being
able
to
say
in
after
years
that
they
had
been
kissed
by
the
great
Vice
--
President
or
had
shaken
the
hand
that
helped
to
guide
the
Cause
.
Every
person
of
importance
who
came
to
town
found
his
way
to
the
Wilkes
home
and
often
they
spent
the
night
there
.
It
crowded
the
little
flat-topped
house
,
forced
India
to
sleep
on
a
pallet
in
the
cubbyhole
that
was
Beau
's
nursery
and
sent
Dilcey
speeding
through
the
back
hedge
to
borrow
breakfast
eggs
from
Aunt
Pitty
's
Cookie
,
but
Melanie
entertained
them
as
graciously
as
if
hers
was
a
mansion
.
No
,
it
did
not
occur
to
Melanie
that
people
rallied
round
her
as
round
a
worn
and
loved
standard
.
And
so
she
was
both
astounded
and
embarrassed
when
Dr.
Meade
,
after
a
pleasant
evening
at
her
house
where
he
acquitted
himself
nobly
in
reading
the
part
of
Macbeth
,
kissed
her
hand
and
made
observations
in
the
voice
he
once
used
in
speaking
of
Our
Glorious
Cause
.
"
My
dear
Miss
Melly
,
it
is
always
a
privilege
and
a
pleasure
to
be
in
your
home
,
for
you
--
and
ladies
like
you
--
are
the
hearts
of
all
of
us
,
all
that
we
have
left
.
They
have
taken
the
flower
of
our
manhood
and
the
laughter
of
our
young
women
.
They
have
broken
our
health
,
uprooted
our
lives
and
unsettled
our
habits
.
They
have
ruined
our
prosperity
,
set
us
back
fifty
years
and
placed
too
heavy
a
burden
on
the
shoulders
of
our
boys
who
should
be
in
school
and
our
old
men
who
should
be
sleeping
in
the
sun
.
But
we
will
build
back
,
because
we
have
hearts
like
yours
to
build
upon
.
And
as
long
as
we
have
them
,
the
Yankees
can
have
the
rest
!
"
Until
Scarlett
's
figure
reached
such
proportions
that
even
Aunt
Pitty
's
big
black
shawl
did
not
conceal
her
condition
,
she
and
Frank
frequently
slipped
through
the
back
hedge
to
join
the
summer-night
gatherings
on
Melanie
's
porch
.
Scarlett
always
sat
well
out
of
the
light
,
hidden
in
the
protecting
shadows
where
she
was
not
only
inconspicuous
but
could
,
unobserved
,
watch
Ashley
's
face
to
her
heart
's
content
.
It
was
only
Ashley
who
drew
her
to
the
house
,
for
the
conversations
bored
and
saddened
her
.
They
always
followed
a
set
pattern
--
first
,
hard
times
;
next
,
the
political
situation
;
and
then
,
inevitably
,
the
war
.
The
ladies
bewailed
the
high
prices
of
everything
and
asked
the
gentlemen
if
they
thought
good
times
would
ever
come
back
.
And
the
omniscient
gentlemen
always
said
,
indeed
they
would
.
Merely
a
matter
of
time
.
Hard
times
were
just
temporary
.
The
ladies
knew
the
gentlemen
were
lying
and
the
gentlemen
knew
the
ladies
knew
they
were
lying
.
But
they
lied
cheerfully
just
the
same
and
the
ladies
pretended
to
believe
them
.
Everyone
knew
hard
times
were
here
to
stay
.
Once
the
hard
times
were
disposed
of
,
the
ladies
spoke
of
the
increasing
impudence
of
the
negroes
and
the
outrages
of
the
Carpetbaggers
and
the
humiliation
of
having
the
Yankee
soldiers
loafing
on
every
corner
.
