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"
Will
the
provost
make
them
pay
for
my
mirrors
?
"
"
To
hell
with
your
mirrors
!
Make
Rhett
Butler
pay
for
them
.
He
owns
the
place
,
does
n't
he
?
"
Before
dawn
,
every
ex-Confederate
family
in
town
knew
everything
.
And
their
negroes
,
who
had
been
told
nothing
,
knew
everything
too
,
by
that
black
grapevine
telegraph
system
which
defies
white
understanding
.
Everyone
knew
the
details
of
the
raid
,
the
killing
of
Frank
Kennedy
and
crippled
Tommy
Wellburn
and
how
Ashley
was
wounded
in
carrying
Frank
's
body
away
.
Some
of
the
feeling
of
bitter
hatred
the
women
bore
Scarlett
for
her
share
in
the
tragedy
was
mitigated
by
the
knowledge
that
her
husband
was
dead
and
she
knew
it
and
could
not
admit
it
and
have
the
poor
comfort
of
claiming
his
body
.
Until
morning
light
disclosed
the
bodies
and
the
authorities
notified
her
,
she
must
know
nothing
.
Frank
and
Tommy
,
pistols
in
cold
hands
,
lay
stiffening
among
the
dead
weeds
in
a
vacant
lot
.
And
the
Yankees
would
say
they
killed
each
other
in
a
common
drunken
brawl
over
a
girl
in
Belle
's
house
.
Sympathy
ran
high
for
Fanny
,
Tommy
's
wife
,
who
had
just
had
a
baby
,
but
no
one
could
slip
through
the
darkness
to
see
her
and
comfort
her
because
a
squad
of
Yankees
surrounded
the
house
,
waiting
for
Tommy
to
return
.
And
there
was
another
squad
about
Aunt
Pitty
's
house
,
waiting
for
Frank
.
Before
dawn
the
news
had
trickled
about
that
the
military
inquiry
would
take
place
that
day
.
The
townspeople
,
heavy
eyed
from
sleeplessness
and
anxious
waiting
,
knew
that
the
safety
of
some
of
their
most
prominent
citizens
rested
on
three
things
--
the
ability
of
Ashley
Wilkes
to
stand
on
his
feet
and
appear
before
the
military
board
,
as
though
he
suffered
nothing
more
serious
than
a
morning-after
headache
,
the
word
of
Belle
Watling
that
these
men
had
been
in
her
house
all
evening
and
the
word
of
Rhett
Butler
that
he
had
been
with
them
.
The
town
writhed
at
these
last
two
!
Belle
Watling
!
To
owe
their
men
's
lives
to
her
!
It
was
intolerable
!
Women
who
had
ostentatiously
crossed
the
street
when
they
saw
Belle
coming
,
wondered
if
she
remembered
and
trembled
for
fear
she
did
.
The
men
felt
less
humiliation
at
taking
their
lives
from
Belle
than
the
women
did
,
for
many
of
them
thought
her
a
good
sort
.
But
they
were
stung
that
they
must
owe
lives
and
freedom
to
Rhett
Butler
,
a
speculator
and
a
Scallawag
.
Belle
and
Rhett
,
the
town
's
best-known
fancy
woman
and
the
town
's
most
hated
man
.
And
they
must
be
under
obligation
to
them
.
Another
thought
that
stung
them
to
impotent
wrath
was
the
knowledge
that
the
Yankees
and
Carpetbaggers
would
laugh
.
Oh
,
how
they
would
laugh
!
Twelve
of
the
town
's
most
prominent
citizens
revealed
as
habitual
frequenters
of
Belle
Watling
's
sporting
house
!
Two
of
them
killed
in
a
fight
over
a
cheap
little
girl
,
others
ejected
from
the
place
as
too
drunk
to
be
tolerated
even
by
Belle
and
some
under
arrest
,
refusing
to
admit
they
were
there
when
everyone
knew
they
were
there
!
Atlanta
was
right
in
fearing
that
the
Yankees
would
laugh
.
They
had
squirmed
too
long
beneath
Southern
coldness
and
contempt
and
now
they
exploded
with
hilarity
.
Officers
woke
comrades
and
retailed
the
news
.
Husbands
roused
wives
at
dawn
and
told
them
as
much
as
could
be
decently
told
to
women
.
And
the
women
,
dressing
hastily
,
knocked
on
their
neighbors
'
doors
and
spread
the
story
.
The
Yankee
ladies
were
charmed
with
it
all
and
laughed
until
tears
ran
down
their
faces
.
This
was
Southern
chivalry
and
gallantry
for
you
!
Maybe
those
women
who
carried
their
heads
so
high
and
snubbed
all
attempts
at
friendliness
would
n't
be
so
uppity
,
now
that
everyone
knew
where
their
husbands
spent
their
time
when
they
were
supposed
to
be
at
political
meetings
.
Political
meetings
!
Well
,
that
was
funny
!
