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Encouraged
by
Rhett
's
amused
tolerance
,
freed
now
from
the
restraints
of
her
childhood
,
freed
even
from
that
last
fear
of
poverty
,
she
was
permitting
herself
the
luxury
she
had
often
dreamed
--
of
doing
exactly
what
she
pleased
and
telling
people
who
did
n't
like
it
to
go
to
hell
.
To
her
had
come
that
pleasant
intoxication
peculiar
to
those
whose
lives
are
a
deliberate
slap
in
the
face
of
organized
society
--
the
gambler
,
the
confidence
man
,
the
polite
adventuress
,
all
those
who
succeed
by
their
wits
.
She
said
and
did
exactly
what
she
pleased
and
,
in
practically
no
time
,
her
insolence
knew
no
bounds
.
She
did
not
hesitate
to
display
arrogance
to
her
new
Republican
and
Scallawag
friends
but
to
no
class
was
she
ruder
or
more
insolent
than
the
Yankee
officers
of
the
garrison
and
their
families
.
Of
all
the
heterogeneous
mass
of
people
who
had
poured
into
Atlanta
,
the
army
people
alone
she
refused
to
receive
or
tolerate
.
She
even
went
out
of
her
way
to
be
bad
mannered
to
them
.
Melanie
was
not
alone
in
being
unable
to
forget
what
a
blue
uniform
meant
.
To
Scarlett
,
that
uniform
and
those
gold
buttons
would
always
mean
the
fears
of
the
siege
,
the
terror
of
flight
,
the
looting
and
burning
,
the
desperate
poverty
and
the
grinding
work
at
Tara
.
Now
that
she
was
rich
and
secure
in
the
friendship
of
the
governor
and
many
prominent
Republicans
,
she
could
be
insulting
to
every
blue
uniform
she
saw
.
And
she
was
insulting
.
Rhett
once
lazily
pointed
out
to
her
that
most
of
the
male
guests
who
assembled
under
their
roof
had
worn
that
same
blue
uniform
not
so
long
ago
,
but
she
retorted
that
a
Yankee
did
n't
seem
like
a
Yankee
unless
he
had
on
a
blue
uniform
.
To
which
Rhett
replied
:
"
Consistency
,
thou
art
a
jewel
,
"
and
shrugged
.
Scarlett
,
hating
the
bright
hard
blue
they
wore
,
enjoyed
snubbing
them
all
the
more
because
it
so
bewildered
them
.
The
garrison
families
had
a
right
to
be
bewildered
for
most
of
them
were
quiet
,
well-bred
folk
,
lonely
in
a
hostile
land
,
anxious
to
go
home
to
the
North
,
a
little
ashamed
of
the
riffraff
whose
rule
they
were
forced
to
uphold
--
an
infinitely
better
class
than
that
of
Scarlett
's
associates
.
Naturally
,
the
officers
'
wives
were
puzzled
that
the
dashing
Mrs.
Butler
took
to
her
bosom
such
women
as
the
common
red-haired
Bridget
Flaherty
and
went
out
of
her
way
to
slight
them
.
But
even
the
ladies
whom
Scarlett
took
to
her
bosom
had
to
endure
much
from
her
.
However
,
they
did
it
gladly
.
To
them
,
she
not
only
represented
wealth
and
elegance
but
the
old
regime
,
with
its
old
names
,
old
families
,
old
traditions
with
which
they
wished
ardently
to
identify
themselves
.
The
old
families
they
yearned
after
might
have
cast
Scarlett
out
but
the
ladies
of
the
new
aristocracy
did
not
know
it
.
They
only
knew
that
Scarlett
's
father
had
been
a
great
slave
owner
,
her
mother
a
Robillard
of
Savannah
and
her
husband
was
Rhett
Butler
of
Charleston
.
And
this
was
enough
for
them
.
She
was
their
opening
wedge
into
the
old
society
they
wished
to
enter
,
the
society
which
scorned
them
,
would
not
return
calls
and
bowed
frigidly
in
churches
.
In
fact
,
she
was
more
than
their
wedge
into
society
.
To
them
,
fresh
from
obscure
beginnings
,
she
WAS
society
.
Pinchbeck
ladies
themselves
,
they
no
more
saw
through
Scarlett
's
pinchbeck
pretensions
than
she
herself
did
.
They
took
her
at
her
own
valuation
and
endured
much
at
her
hands
,
her
airs
,
her
graces
,
her
tempers
,
her
arrogance
,
her
downright
rudeness
and
her
frankness
about
their
shortcomings
.
They
were
so
lately
come
from
nothing
and
so
uncertain
of
themselves
they
were
doubly
anxious
to
appear
refined
and
feared
to
show
their
temper
or
make
retorts
in
kind
,
lest
they
be
considered
unladylike
.
At
all
costs
they
must
be
ladies
.
They
pretended
to
great
delicacy
,
modesty
and
innocence
.
To
hear
them
talk
one
would
have
thought
they
had
no
legs
,
natural
functions
or
knowledge
of
the
wicked
world
.
No
one
would
have
thought
that
red-haired
Bridget
Flaherty
,
who
had
a
sun-defying
white
skin
and
a
brogue
that
could
be
cut
with
a
butter
knife
,
had
stolen
her
father
's
hidden
hoard
to
come
to
America
to
be
chambermaid
in
a
New
York
hotel
.
And
to
observe
the
delicate
vapors
of
Sylvia
(
formerly
Sadie
Belle
)
Connington
and
Mamie
Bart
,
no
one
would
have
suspected
that
the
first
grew
up
above
her
father
's
saloon
in
the
Bowery
and
waited
on
the
bar
at
rush
times
,
and
that
the
latter
,
so
it
was
said
,
had
come
out
of
one
of
her
husband
's
own
brothels
.
No
,
they
were
delicate
sheltered
creatures
now
.
The
men
,
though
they
had
made
money
,
learned
new
ways
less
easily
or
were
,
perhaps
,
less
patient
with
the
demands
of
the
new
gentility
.
They
drank
heavily
at
Scarlett
's
parties
,
far
too
heavily
,
and
usually
after
a
reception
there
were
one
or
more
unexpected
guests
who
stayed
the
night
.
They
did
not
drink
like
the
men
of
Scarlett
's
girlhood
.
They
became
sodden
,
stupid
,
ugly
or
obscene
.
Moreover
,
no
matter
how
many
spittoons
she
might
put
out
in
view
,
the
rugs
always
showed
signs
of
tobacco
juice
on
the
mornings
after
.
She
had
a
contempt
for
these
people
but
she
enjoyed
them
.
Because
she
enjoyed
them
,
she
filled
the
house
with
them
.
And
because
of
her
contempt
,
she
told
them
to
go
to
hell
as
often
as
they
annoyed
her
.
But
they
stood
it
.
