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They
heard
the
captain
's
sharp
voice
:
"
These
two
men
are
under
arrest
.
"
And
Archie
's
hand
closed
over
his
pistol
butt
.
"
No
,
"
whispered
Melanie
firmly
.
"
No
.
Leave
it
to
me
.
"
There
was
in
her
face
the
same
look
Scarlett
had
seen
that
day
at
Tara
when
Melanie
had
stood
at
the
top
of
the
steps
looking
down
at
the
dead
Yankee
,
her
weak
wrist
weighed
down
by
the
heavy
saber
--
a
gentle
and
timid
soul
nerved
by
circumstances
to
the
caution
and
fury
of
a
tigress
.
She
threw
the
front
door
open
.
"
Bring
him
in
,
Captain
Butler
,
"
she
called
in
a
clear
tone
that
bit
with
venom
.
"
I
suppose
you
've
gotten
him
intoxicated
again
.
Bring
him
in
.
"
From
the
dark
windy
walk
,
the
Yankee
captain
spoke
:
"
I
'm
sorry
,
Mrs.
Wilkes
,
but
your
husband
and
Mr.
Elsing
are
under
arrest
.
"
"
Arrest
?
For
what
?
For
drunkenness
?
If
everyone
in
Atlanta
was
arrested
for
drunkenness
,
the
whole
Yankee
garrison
would
be
in
jail
continually
.
Well
,
bring
him
in
,
Captain
Butler
--
that
is
,
if
you
can
walk
yourself
.
"
Scarlett
's
mind
was
not
working
quickly
and
for
a
brief
moment
nothing
made
sense
.
She
knew
neither
Rhett
nor
Ashley
was
drunk
and
she
knew
Melanie
knew
they
were
not
drunk
.
Yet
here
was
Melanie
,
usually
so
gentle
and
refined
,
screaming
like
a
shrew
and
in
front
of
Yankees
too
,
that
both
of
them
were
too
drunk
to
walk
.
There
was
a
short
mumbled
argument
,
punctuated
with
curses
,
and
uncertain
feet
ascended
the
stairs
.
In
the
doorway
appeared
Ashley
,
white
faced
,
his
head
lolling
,
his
bright
hair
tousled
,
his
long
body
wrapped
from
neck
to
knees
in
Rhett
's
black
cape
.
Hugh
Elsing
and
Rhett
,
none
too
steady
on
their
feet
,
supported
him
on
either
side
and
it
was
obvious
he
would
have
fallen
to
the
floor
but
for
their
aid
.
Behind
them
came
the
Yankee
captain
,
his
face
a
study
of
mingled
suspicion
and
amusement
.
He
stood
in
the
open
doorway
with
his
men
peering
curiously
over
his
shoulders
and
the
cold
wind
swept
the
house
.
Scarlett
,
frightened
,
puzzled
,
glanced
at
Melanie
and
back
to
the
sagging
Ashley
and
then
half-comprehension
came
to
her
.
She
started
to
cry
out
:
"
But
he
ca
n't
be
drunk
!
"
and
bit
back
the
words
.
She
realized
she
was
witnessing
a
play
,
a
desperate
play
on
which
lives
hinged
.
She
knew
she
was
not
part
of
it
nor
was
Aunt
Pitty
but
the
others
were
and
they
were
tossing
cues
to
one
another
like
actors
in
an
oft-rehearsed
drama
.
She
understood
only
half
but
she
understood
enough
to
keep
silent
.
"
Put
him
in
the
chair
,
"
cried
Melanie
indignantly
.
"
And
you
,
Captain
Butler
,
leave
this
house
immediately
!
How
dare
you
show
your
face
here
after
getting
him
in
this
condition
again
!
"
