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In
after
years
when
she
thought
of
those
last
days
of
April
,
1861
,
Scarlett
could
never
quite
remember
details
.
Time
and
events
were
telescoped
,
jumbled
together
like
a
nightmare
that
had
no
reality
or
reason
.
Till
the
day
she
died
there
would
be
blank
spots
in
her
memories
of
those
days
.
Especially
vague
were
her
recollections
of
the
time
between
her
acceptance
of
Charles
and
her
wedding
.
Two
weeks
!
So
short
an
engagement
would
have
been
impossible
in
times
of
peace
.
Then
there
would
have
been
a
decorous
interval
of
a
year
or
at
least
six
months
.
But
the
South
was
aflame
with
war
,
events
roared
along
as
swiftly
as
if
carried
by
a
mighty
wind
and
the
slow
tempo
of
the
old
days
was
gone
.
Ellen
had
wrung
her
hands
and
counseled
delay
,
in
order
that
Scarlett
might
think
the
matter
over
at
greater
length
.
But
to
her
pleadings
,
Scarlett
turned
a
sullen
face
and
a
deaf
ear
.
Marry
she
would
!
and
quickly
too
.
Within
two
weeks
.
Learning
that
Ashley
's
wedding
had
been
moved
up
from
the
autumn
to
the
first
of
May
,
so
he
could
leave
with
the
Troop
as
soon
as
it
was
called
into
service
,
Scarlett
set
the
date
of
her
wedding
for
the
day
before
his
.
Ellen
protested
but
Charles
pleaded
with
new-found
eloquence
,
for
he
was
impatient
to
be
off
to
South
Carolina
to
join
Wade
Hampton
's
Legion
,
and
Gerald
sided
with
the
two
young
people
.
He
was
excited
by
the
war
fever
and
pleased
that
Scarlett
had
made
so
good
a
match
,
and
who
was
he
to
stand
in
the
way
of
young
love
when
there
was
a
war
?
Ellen
,
distracted
,
finally
gave
in
as
other
mothers
throughout
the
South
were
doing
.
Their
leisured
world
had
been
turned
topsy-turvy
,
and
their
pleadings
,
prayers
and
advice
availed
nothing
against
the
powerful
forces
sweeping
them
along
.
The
South
was
intoxicated
with
enthusiasm
and
excitement
.
Everyone
knew
that
one
battle
would
end
the
war
and
every
young
man
hastened
to
enlist
before
the
war
should
end
--
hastened
to
marry
his
sweetheart
before
he
rushed
off
to
Virginia
to
strike
a
blow
at
the
Yankees
.
There
were
dozens
of
war
weddings
in
the
County
and
there
was
little
time
for
the
sorrow
of
parting
,
for
everyone
was
too
busy
and
excited
for
either
solemn
thoughts
or
tears
.
The
ladies
were
making
uniforms
,
knitting
socks
and
rolling
bandages
,
and
the
men
were
drilling
and
shooting
.
Train
loads
of
troops
passed
through
Jonesboro
daily
on
their
way
north
to
Atlanta
and
Virginia
.
Some
detachments
were
gaily
uniformed
in
the
scarlets
and
light
blues
and
greens
of
select
social-militia
companies
;
some
small
groups
were
in
homespun
and
coonskin
caps
;
others
,
ununiformed
,
were
in
broadcloth
and
fine
linen
;
all
were
half-drilled
,
half-armed
,
wild
with
excitement
and
shouting
as
though
en
route
to
a
picnic
.
The
sight
of
these
men
threw
the
County
boys
into
a
panic
for
fear
the
war
would
be
over
before
they
could
reach
Virginia
,
and
preparations
for
the
Troop
's
departure
were
speeded
.
In
the
midst
of
this
turmoil
,
preparations
went
forward
for
Scarlett
's
wedding
and
,
almost
before
she
knew
it
,
she
was
clad
in
Ellen
's
wedding
dress
and
veil
,
coming
down
the
wide
stairs
of
Tara
on
her
father
's
arm
,
to
face
a
house
packed
full
with
guests
.
Afterward
she
remembered
,
as
from
a
dream
,
the
hundreds
of
candles
flaring
on
the
walls
,
her
mother
's
face
,
loving
,
a
little
bewildered
,
her
lips
moving
in
a
silent
prayer
for
her
daughter
's
happiness
,
Gerald
flushed
with
brandy
and
pride
that
his
daughter
was
marrying
both
money
,
a
fine
name
and
an
old
one
--
and
Ashley
,
standing
at
the
bottom
of
the
steps
with
Melanie
's
arm
through
his
.
When
she
saw
the
look
on
his
face
,
she
thought
:
"
This
ca
n't
be
real
.
It
ca
n't
be
.
It
's
a
nightmare
.
I
'll
wake
up
and
find
it
's
all
been
a
nightmare
.
I
must
n't
think
of
it
now
,
or
I
'll
begin
screaming
in
front
of
all
these
people
.
I
ca
n't
think
now
.
I
'll
think
later
,
when
I
can
stand
it
--
when
I
ca
n't
see
his
eyes
.
"
It
was
all
very
dreamlike
,
the
passage
through
the
aisle
of
smiling
people
,
Charles
'
scarlet
face
and
stammering
voice
and
her
own
replies
,
so
startlingly
clear
,
so
cold
.
And
the
congratulations
afterward
and
the
kissing
and
the
toasts
and
the
dancing
--
all
,
all
like
a
dream
.
Even
the
feel
of
Ashley
's
kiss
upon
her
cheek
,
even
Melanie
's
soft
whisper
,
"
Now
,
we
're
really
and
truly
sisters
,
"
were
unreal
.
Even
the
excitement
caused
by
the
swooning
spell
that
overtook
Charles
'
plump
emotional
aunt
,
Miss
Pittypat
Hamilton
,
had
the
quality
of
a
nightmare
.
But
when
the
dancing
and
toasting
were
finally
ended
and
the
dawn
was
coming
,
when
all
the
Atlanta
guests
who
could
be
crowded
into
Tara
and
the
overseer
's
house
had
gone
to
sleep
on
beds
,
sofas
and
pallets
on
the
floor
and
all
the
neighbors
had
gone
home
to
rest
in
preparation
for
the
wedding
at
Twelve
Oaks
the
next
day
,
then
the
dreamlike
trance
shattered
like
crystal
before
reality
.
The
reality
was
the
blushing
Charles
,
emerging
from
her
dressing
room
in
his
nightshirt
,
avoiding
the
startled
look
she
gave
him
over
the
high-pulled
sheet
.
Of
course
,
she
knew
that
married
people
occupied
the
same
bed
but
she
had
never
given
the
matter
a
thought
before
.
It
seemed
very
natural
in
the
case
of
her
mother
and
father
,
but
she
had
never
applied
it
to
herself
.
Now
for
the
first
time
since
the
barbecue
she
realized
just
what
she
had
brought
on
herself
.
The
thought
of
this
strange
boy
whom
she
had
n't
really
wanted
to
marry
getting
into
bed
with
her
,
when
her
heart
was
breaking
with
an
agony
of
regret
at
her
hasty
action
and
the
anguish
of
losing
Ashley
forever
,
was
too
much
to
be
borne
.
As
he
hesitatingly
approached
the
bed
she
spoke
in
a
hoarse
whisper
.
