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A
lazy
somnolence
descended
on
the
crowd
.
The
negroes
idled
about
,
clearing
the
long
tables
on
which
the
food
had
been
laid
.
The
laughter
and
talking
became
less
animated
and
groups
here
and
there
fell
silent
.
All
were
waiting
for
their
hostess
to
signal
the
end
of
the
morning
's
festivities
.
Palmetto
fans
were
wagging
more
slowly
,
and
several
gentlemen
were
nodding
from
the
heat
and
overloaded
stomachs
.
The
barbecue
was
over
and
all
were
content
to
take
their
ease
while
sun
was
at
its
height
.
In
this
interval
between
the
morning
party
and
the
evening
's
ball
,
they
seemed
a
placid
,
peaceful
lot
.
Only
the
young
men
retained
the
restless
energy
which
had
filled
the
whole
throng
a
short
while
before
.
Moving
from
group
to
group
,
drawling
in
their
soft
voices
,
they
were
as
handsome
as
blooded
stallions
and
as
dangerous
.
The
languor
of
midday
had
taken
hold
of
the
gathering
,
but
underneath
lurked
tempers
that
could
rise
to
killing
heights
in
a
second
and
flare
out
as
quickly
.
Men
and
women
,
they
were
beautiful
and
wild
,
all
a
little
violent
under
their
pleasant
ways
and
only
a
little
tamed
.
Some
time
dragged
by
while
the
sun
grew
hotter
,
and
Scarlett
and
others
looked
again
toward
India
.
Conversation
was
dying
out
when
,
in
the
lull
,
everyone
in
the
grove
heard
Gerald
's
voice
raised
in
furious
accents
.
Standing
some
little
distance
away
from
the
barbecue
tables
,
he
was
at
the
peak
of
an
argument
with
John
Wilkes
.
"
God
's
nightgown
,
man
!
Pray
for
a
peaceable
settlement
with
the
Yankees
after
we
've
fired
on
the
rascals
at
Fort
Sumter
?
Peaceable
?
The
South
should
show
by
arms
that
she
can
not
be
insulted
and
that
she
is
not
leaving
the
Union
by
the
Union
's
kindness
but
by
her
own
strength
!
"
"
Oh
,
my
God
!
"
thought
Scarlett
.
"
He
's
done
it
!
Now
,
we
'll
all
sit
here
till
midnight
.
"
In
an
instant
,
the
somnolence
had
fled
from
the
lounging
throng
and
something
electric
went
snapping
through
the
air
.
The
men
sprang
from
benches
and
chairs
,
arms
in
wide
gestures
,
voices
clashing
for
the
right
to
be
heard
above
other
voices
.
There
had
been
no
talk
of
politics
or
impending
war
all
during
the
morning
,
because
of
Mr.
Wilkes
'
request
that
the
ladies
should
not
be
bored
.
But
now
Gerald
had
bawled
the
words
"
Fort
Sumter
,
"
and
every
man
present
forgot
his
host
's
admonition
.
"
Of
course
we
'll
fight
--
"
"
Yankee
thieves
--
"
"
We
could
lick
them
in
a
month
--
"
"
Why
,
one
Southerner
can
lick
twenty
Yankees
--
"
"
Teach
them
a
lesson
they
wo
n't
soon
forget
--
"
"
Peaceably
?
They
wo
n't
let
us
go
in
peace
--
"
"
No
,
look
how
Mr.
Lincoln
insulted
our
Commissioners
!
"
"
Yes
,
kept
them
hanging
around
for
weeks
--
swearing
he
'd
have
Sumter
evacuated
!
"
"
They
want
war
;
we
'll
make
them
sick
of
war
--
"
And
above
all
the
voices
,
Gerald
's
boomed
.
All
Scarlett
could
hear
was
"
States
'
rights
,
by
God
!
"
shouted
over
and
over
.
Gerald
was
having
an
excellent
time
,
but
not
his
daughter
.
Secession
,
war
--
these
words
long
since
had
become
acutely
boring
to
Scarlett
from
much
repetition
,
but
now
she
hated
the
sound
of
them
,
for
they
meant
that
the
men
would
stand
there
for
hours
haranguing
one
another
and
she
would
have
no
chance
to
corner
Ashley
.
Of
course
there
would
be
no
war
and
the
men
all
knew
it
.
They
just
loved
to
talk
and
hear
themselves
talk
.
Charles
Hamilton
had
not
risen
with
the
others
and
,
finding
himself
comparatively
alone
with
Scarlett
,
he
leaned
closer
and
,
with
the
daring
born
of
new
love
,
whispered
a
confession
.
