IT WAS RAINING when she came out of the building and the sky was a dull putty color. Thesoldiers on the square had taken shelter in their huts and the streets were deserted1. There was novehicle in sight and she knew she would have to walk the long way home.
The brandy glow faded as she trudged2 along. The cold wind made her shiver and the chilly3 needle-like drops drove hard into her face. The rain quickly penetrated4 Aunt Pitty’s thin cloak untilit hung in clammy folds about her. She knew the velvet5 dress was being ruined and as for the tailfeathers on the bonnet6, they were as drooping7 and draggled as when their former owner had wornthem about the wet barn yard of Tara. The bricks of the sidewalk were broken and, for longstretches, completely gone. In these spots the mud was ankle deep and her slippers10 stuck in it as ifit were glue, even coming completely off her feet. Every time she bent11 over to retrieve12 them, thehem of the dress fell in the mud. She did not even try to avoid puddles13 but stepped dully into them,dragging her heavy skirts after her. She could feel her wet petticoat and pantalets cold about herankles, but she was beyond caring about the wreck14 of the costume on which she had gambled somuch. She was chilled and disheartened and desperate.
How could she ever go back to Tara and face them after her brave words? How could she tellthem they must all go—somewhere? How could she leave it all, the red fields, the tall pines, thedark swampy15 bottom lands, the quiet burying ground where Ellen lay in the cedars’ deep shade?
Hatred of Rhett burned in her heart as she plodded16 along the slippery way. What a blackguard hewas! She hoped they did hang him, so she would never have to face him again with his knowledgeof her disgrace and her humiliation17. Of course, he could have gotten the money for her if he’dwanted to get it. Oh, hanging was too good for him. Thank God, he couldn’t see her now, with herclothes soaking wet and her hair straggling and her teeth chattering20. How hideous21 she must lookand how he would laugh!
The negroes she passed turned insolent22 grins at her and laughed among themselves as shehurried by, slipping and sliding in the mud, stopping, panting to replace her slippers. How daredthey laugh, the black apes! How dared they grin at her, Scarlett O’Hara of Tara! She’d like to havethem all whipped until the blood ran down their backs. What devils the Yankees were to set themfree, free to jeer24 at white people!
As she walked down Washington Street the landscape was as dreary25 as her own heart. Herethere was none of the bustle26 and cheerfulness which she had noted27 on Peachtree Street. Here manyhandsome homes had once stood, but few of them had been rebuilt. Smoked foundations and thelonesome blackened chimneys, now known as “Sherman’s Sentinels,” appeared with dishearteningfrequency. Overgrown paths led to what had been houses—old lawns thick with dead weeds,carriage blocks bearing names she knew so well, hitching28 posts which would never again know theknot of reins29. Cold wind and rain, mud and bare trees, silence and desolation. How wet her feetwere and how long the journey home!
She heard the splash of hooves behind her and moved farther over on the narrow sidewalk toavoid more mud splotches on Aunt Pittypat’s cloak. A horse and buggy came slowly up the roadand she turned to watch it, determined30 to beg a ride if the driver was a white person. The rainobscured her vision as the buggy came abreast31, but she saw the driver peer over the tarpaulin32 thatstretched from the dashboard to his chin. There was something familiar about his face and as shestepped out into the road to get a closer view, there was an embarrassed little cough from the manand a well-known voice cried in accents of pleasure and astonishment33: “Surely, it can’t be MissScarlett!”
“Oh, Mr. Kennedy!” she cried, splashing across the road and leaning on the muddy wheel, heedless of further damage to the cloak. “I was never so glad to see anybody in my life!”
He colored with pleasure at the obvious sincerity35 of her words, hastily squirted a stream oftobacco juice from the opposite side of the buggy and leaped spryly to the ground. He shook herhand enthusiastically and holding up the tarpaulin, assisted her into the buggy.
“Miss Scarlett, what are you doing over in this section by yourself? Don’t you know ifsdangerous these days? And you are soaking wet. Here, wrap the robe around your feet.”
As he fussed over her, clucking like a hen, she gave herself up to the luxury of being taken careof. It was nice to have a man fussing and clucking and scolding, even if it was only that old maidin pants, Frank Kennedy. It was especially soothing36 after Rhett’s brutal37 treatment. And oh, howgood to see a County face when she was so far from home! He was well dressed, she noticed, andthe buggy was new too. The horse looked young and well fed, but Frank looked far older than hisyears, older than on that Christmas eve when he had been at Tara with his men. He was thin andsallow faced and his yellow eyes were watery38 and sunken in creases39 of loose flesh. His ginger-colored beard was scantier40 than ever, streaked41 with tobacco juice and as ragged42 as if he clawed at itincessantly. But he looked bright and cheerful, in contrast with the lines of sorrow and worry andweariness which Scarlett saw in faces everywhere.
“It’s a pleasure to see you,” said Frank warmly. I didn’t know you were in town. I saw MissPittypat only last week and she didn’t tell me you were coming. Did—er—ahem—did anyone elsecome op from Tara with you?”
He was thinking of Suellen, the silly old fool!
“No,” she said, wrapping the warm lap robe about her and trying to pull it up around her neck.
“I came alone. I didn’t give Aunt Pitty any warning.”
He chirruped to the horse and it plodded off, picking its way carefully down the slick road.
“All the folks at Tara well?”
“Oh, yes, so-so.”
She must think of something to talk about, yet it was so hard to talk. Her mind was leaden withdefeat and all she wanted was to lie back in this warm blanket and say to herself: I won’t think ofTara now. I’ll think of it later, when it won’t hurt so much.” If she could just get him started talkingon some subject which would hold him all the way home, so she would have nothing to do butmurmur “How nice” and “You certainly are smart” at intervals44.
“Mr. Kennedy, I’m so surprised to see you. I know I’ve been a bad girl, not keeping up with oldfriends, but I didn’t know you were here in Atlanta. I thought somebody told me you were inMarietta.”
“I do business in Marietta, a lot of business,” he said. “Didn’t Miss Suellen tell you I had settledin Atlanta? Didn’t she tell you about my store?”
Vaguely45 she had a memory of Suellen chattering about Frank and a store but she never paidmuch heed34 to anything Suellen said. It had been sufficient to know that Frank was alive and wouldsome day take Suellen off her hands.
“No, not a word,” she lied. “Have you a store? How smart you must be!”
He looked a little hurt at hearing that Suellen had not published the news but brightened at theflattery.
“Yes, I’ve got a store, and a pretty good one I think. Folks tell me I’m a born merchant.” Helaughed pleasedly, the tittery cackling laugh which she always found so annoying.
Conceited old fool, she thought.
“Oh, you could be a success at anything you turned your hand to, Mr. Kennedy. But how onearth did you ever get started with the store? When I saw you Christmas before last you said youdidn’t have a cent in the world.”
He cleared his throat raspingly, clawed at his whiskers and smiled his nervous timid smile.
“Well, it’s a long story, Miss Scarlett.”
Thank the Lord! she thought. Perhaps it will hold him till we get home. And aloud: “Do tell!”
“You recall when we came to Tara last, hunting for supplies? Well, not long after that I went intoactive service. I mean real fighting. No more commissary for me. There wasn’t much need for acommissary, Miss Scarlett, because we couldn’t hardly pick up a thing for the army, and I thoughtthe place for an able-bodied man was in the fighting line. Well, I fought along with the cavalry46 fora spell till I got a minie ball through the shoulder.”
He looked very proud and Scarlett said: “How dreadful!”
“Oh, it wasn’t so bad, just a flesh wound,” he said deprecatingly. “I was sent down south to ahospital and when I was just about well, the Yankee raiders came through. My, my, but that was ahot time! We didn’t have much warning and all of us who could walk helped haul out the armystores and the hospital equipment to the train tracks to move it. We’d gotten one train about loadedwhen the Yankees rode in one end of town and out we went the other end as fast as we could go.
My, my, that was a mighty47 sad sight, sitting on top of that train and seeing the Yankees burn thosesupplies we had to leave at the depot48. Miss Scarlett, they burned about a half-mile of stuff we hadpiled up there along the tracks. We just did get away ourselves.”
“How dreadful!”
“Yes, that’s the word. Dreadful. Our men had come back into Atlanta then and so our train wassent here. Well, Miss Scarlett, it wasn’t long before the war was over and—well, there was a lot ofchina and cots and mattresses49 and blankets and nobody claiming them. I suppose rightfully theybelonged to the Yankees. I think those were the terms of the surrender, weren’t they?”
“Um,” said Scarlett absently. She was getting warmer now and a little drowsy50.
“I don’t know till now if I did right,” he said, a little querulously. “But the way I figured it, allthat stuff wouldn’t do the Yankees a bit of good. They’d probably burn it. And our folks had paidgood solid money for it, and I thought it still ought to belong to the Confederacy or to theConfederates. Do you see what I mean?”
“Um.”
“I’m glad you agree with me, Miss Scarlett. In a way, it’s been on my conscience. Lots of folkshave told me: ‘Oh, forget about it, Frank,’ but I can’t I couldn’t hold up my head if I thought I’ddone what wasn’t right. Do you think I did right?”
“Of course,” she said, wondering what the old fool had been talking about. Some struggle withhis conscience. When a man got as old as Frank Kennedy he ought to have learned not to botherabout things that didn’t matter. But he always was so nervous and fussy51 and old maidish.
“I’m glad to hear you say it. After the surrender I had about ten dollars in silver and nothing elsein the world. You know what they did to Jonesboro and my house and store there. I just didn’tknow what to do. But I used the ten dollars to put a roof on an old store down by Five Points and Imoved the hospital equipment in and started selling it. Everybody needed beds and china and mattressesand I sold them cheap, because I figured it was about as much other folks’ stuff as it wasmine. But I cleared money on it and bought some more stuff and the store just went along fine. Ithink I’ll make a lot of money on it if things pick up.”
At the word “money,” her mind came back to him, crystal clear.
“You say you’ve made money?”
He visibly expanded under her interest. Few women except Suellen had ever given him morethan perfunctory courtesy and it was very flattering to have a former belle52 like Scarlett hanging onhis words. He slowed the horse so they would not reach home before he had finished his story.
“I’m not a millionaire, Miss Scarlett, and considering the money I used to have, what I’ve gotnow sounds small. But I made a thousand dollars this year. Of course, five hundred of it went topaying for new stock and repairing the store and paying the rent. But I’ve made five hundred clearand as things are certainly picking up, I ought to clear two thousand next year. I can sure use it,too, for you see, I’ve got another iron in the fire.”
Interest had sprung up sharply in her at the talk of money. She veiled her eyes with thick bristlylashes and moved a little closer to him.
“What does that mean, Mr. Kennedy?”
He laughed and slapped the reins against the horse’s back.
“I guess I’m boring you, talking about business, Miss Scarlett. A pretty little woman like youdoesn’t need to know anything about business.”
The old fool.
“Oh, I know I’m a goose about business but I’m so interested! Please tell me all about it and youcan explain what I don’t understand.”
“Well, my other iron is a sawmill.”
“A what?”
“A mill to cut up lumber53 and plane it. I haven’t bought it yet but I’m going to. There’s a mannamed Johnson who has one, way out Peachtree road, and he’s anxious to sell it. He needs somecash right away, so he wants to sell and stay and run it for me at a weekly wage. It’s one of the fewmills in this section, Miss Scarlett. The Yankees destroyed most of them. And anyone who owns a sawmill owns a gold mine, for nowadays you can ask your own price for lumber. The Yankeesburned so many houses here and there aren’t enough for people to live in and it looks like folkshave gone crazy about rebuilding. They can’t get enough lumber and they can’t get it fast enough.
People are just pouring into Atlanta now, all the folks from the country districts who can’t make ago of farming without darkies and the Yankees and Carpetbaggers who are swarming54 in trying topick our bones a little barer than they already are. I tell you Atlanta’s going to be a big town soon.
They’ve got to have lumber for their houses, so I’m going to buy this mill just as soon as—well, assoon as some of the bills owing me are paid. By this time next year, I ought to be breathing easierabout money. I—I guess you know why I’m so anxious to make money quickly, don’t you?”
He blushed and cackled again. He’s thinking of Suellen, Scarlett thought in disgust.
For a moment she considered asking him to lend her three hundred dollars, but wearily sherejected the idea. He would be embarrassed; he would stammer55, he would offer excuses, but hewouldn’t lend it to her. He had worked hard for it, so he could marry Suellen in the spring and if heparted with it, his wedding would be postponed57 indefinitely. Even if she worked on his sympathiesand his duty toward his future family and gained his promise of a loan, she knew Suellen wouldnever permit it. Suellen was getting more and more worried over the fact that she was practicallyan old maid and she would move heaven and earth to prevent anything from delaying her marriage.
What was there in that whining58 complaining girl to make this old fool so anxious to give her asoft nest? Suellen didn’t deserve a loving husband and the profits of store and a sawmill. Theminute Sue got her hands little money she’d give herself unendurable airs and never contributeonecenttowardtheu(on) pk(a) eep of Tara. Not Suellen! She’d think herself well out of it andnot care if Tara went for taxes or burned to the ground, so long as she had pretty clothes and a“Mrs.” in front of her name.
As Scarlett thought of Suellen’s secure future and the precarious59 one of herself and Tara, angerflamed in her at the unfairness of life. Hastily she looked out of the buggy into the muddy street,lest Frank should see her expression. She was going to lose everything she had, while Sue—Suddenly a determination was born in her.
Suellen should not have Frank and his store and his mill!
Suellen didn’t deserve them. She was going to have them herself. She thought of Tara andremembered Jonas Wilkerson, venomous as a rattler, at the foot of the front steps, and she graspedat the last straw floating above the shipwreck60 of her life. Rhett had failed her but the Lord hadprovided Frank.
But can I get him? Her fingers clenched61 as she looked unseeingly into the rain. Can I make himforget Sue and propose to me real quick? If I could make Rhett almost propose, I know I could getFrank! Her eyes went over him, her lids flickering62. Certainly, he’s no beauty, she thought coolly,and he’s got very bad teeth and his breath smells bad and he’s old enough to be my father. Moreover,he’s nervous and timid and well meaning, and I don’t know of any more damning qualities aman can have. But at least, he’s a gentleman and I believe I could stand living with him better thanwith Rhett. Certainly I could manage him easier. At any rate, beggars can’t be choosers.
That he was Suellen’s fiancé caused her no qualm of conscience. After the complete moral collapse63 which had sent her to Atlanta and to Rhett, the appropriation64 of her sister’s betrothedseemed a minor65 affair and one not to be bothered with at this time.
With the rousing of fresh hope, her spine66 stiffened67 and she forgot that her feet were wet andcold. She looked at Frank so steadily68, her eyes narrowing, that he became somewhat alarmed andshe dropped her gaze swiftly, remembering Rhett’s words: “I’ve seen eyes like yours above adueling pistol. ... They evoke69 no ardor70 in the male breast.”
“What’s the matter, Miss Scarlett? You got a chill?”
“Yes,” she answered helplessly. “Would you mind—” She hesitated timidly. “Would you mind ifI put my hand in your coat pocket? It’s so cold and my muff is soaked through.”
“Why—why—of course not! And you haven’t any gloves! My, my, what a brute71 I’ve beenidling along like this, talking my head off when you must be freezing and wanting to get to a fire.
Giddap, Sally! By the way, Miss Scarlett, I’ve been so busy talking about myself I haven’t evenasked you what you were doing in this section in this weather?”
“I was at the Yankee headquarters,” she answered before she thought. His sandy brows went upin astonishment.
“But Miss Scarlett! The soldiers— Why—”
“Mary, Mother of God, let me think of a real good lie,” she prayed hastily. It would never do forFrank to suspect she had seen Rhett. Frank thought Rhett the blackest of blackguards and unsafefor decent women to speak to.
“I went there—I went there to see if—if any of the officers would buy fancy work from me tosend home to their wives. I embroider72 very nicely.”
He sank back against the seat aghast, indignation struggling with bewilderment.
“You went to the Yankees— But Miss Scarlett! You shouldn’t. Why—why ... Surely your fatherdoesn’t know! Surely, Miss Pittypat—”
“Oh, I shall die if you tell Aunt Pittypat!” she cried in real anxiety and burst into tears. It waseasy to cry, because she was so cold and miserable73, but the effect was startling. Frank could nothave been more embarrassed or helpless if she had suddenly begun disrobing. He clicked histongue against his teeth several times, muttering “My! My!” and made futile74 gestures at her. Adaring thought went through his mind that he should draw her head onto his shoulder and pat herbut he had never done this to any woman and hardly knew how to go about it. Scarlett O’Hara, sohigh spirited and pretty, crying here in his buggy. Scarlett O’Hara, the proudest of the proud, tryingto sell needlework to the Yankees. His heart burned.
She sobbed75 on, saying a few words now and then, and he gathered that all was not well at Tara.
Mr. O’Hara was still “not himself at all,” and there wasn’t enough food to go around for so many.
So she had to come to Atlanta to try to make a little money for herself and her boy. Frank clickedhis tongue again and suddenly he found that her head was on his shoulder. He did not quite knowhow it got there. Surely he had not placed it there, but there her head was and there was Scarletthelplessly sobbing76 against his thin chest, an exciting and novel sensation for him. He patted hershoulder timidly, gingerly at first, and when she did not rebuff him he became bolder and patted her firmly. What a helpless, sweet, womanly little thing she was. And how brave and silly to try herhand at making money by her needle. But dealing77 with the Yankees—that was too much.
“I won’t tell Miss Pittypat, but you must promise me, Miss Scarlett, that you won’t do anythinglike this again. The idea of your father’s daughter—”
Her wet green eyes sought his helplessly.
“But, Mr. Kennedy, I must do something. I must take care of my poor little boy and there is noone to look after us now.”
“You are a brave little woman,” he pronounced, “but I won’t have you do this sort of thing. Yourfamily would die of shame.”
“Then what will I do?” The swimming eyes looked up to him as if she knew he knew everythingand was hanging on his words.
“Well, I don’t know right now. But I’ll think of something.”
“Oh, I know you will! You are so smart—Frank.”
She had never called him by his first name before and the sound came to him as a pleasant shockand surprise. The poor girl was probably so upset she didn’t even notice her slip. He felt verykindly toward her and very protecting. If there was anything he could do for Suellen O’Hara’ssister, he would certainly do it. He pulled out a red bandanna78 handkerchief and handed it to her andshe wiped her eyes and began to smile tremulously.
“I’m such a silly little goose,” she said apologetically. “Please forgive me.”
“You aren’t a silly little goose. You’re a very brave little woman and you are trying to carry tooheavy a load. I’m afraid Miss Pittypat isn’t going to be much help to you. I hear she lost most ofher property and Mr. Henry Hamilton’s in bad shape himself. I only wish I had a home to offer youshelter in. But, Miss Scarlett, you just remember this, when Miss Suellen and I are married, there’llalways be a place for you under our roof and for Wade79 Hampton too.”
Now was the time! Surely the saints and angels watched over her to give her such a Heaven-sentopportunity. She managed to look very startled and embarrassed and opened her mouth as if tospeak quickly and then shut it with a pop.
“Don’t ten me you didn’t know I was to be your brother-in-law this spring,” he said withnervous jocularity. And then, seeing her eyes fill up with tears, he questioned in alarm: “What’s thematter? Miss Sue’s not ill, is she?”
“Oh, no! No!”
“There is something wrong. You must tell me.”
“Oh, I can’t! I didn’t know! I thought surely she must have written you— Oh, how mean!”
“Miss Scarlett, what is it?”
“Oh, Frank, I didn’t mean to let it out but I thought, of course, you knew—that she had writtenyou—”
“Written me what?” He was trembling.
“Oh, to do this to a fine man like you!”
“What’s she done?”
“She didn’t write you? Oh, I guess she was too ashamed to write you. She should be ashamed!
Oh, to have such a mean sister!”
By this time, Frank could not even get questions to his lips. He sat staring at her, gray faced, thereins slack in his hands.
“She’s going to marry Tony Fontaine next month. Oh, I’m so sorry, Frank. So sorry to be the oneto tell you. She just got tired of waiting and she was afraid she’d be an old maid.”
Mammy was standing80 on the front porch when Frank helped Scarlett out of the buggy. She hadevidently been standing there for some time, for her head rag was damp and the old shawl clutchedtightly about her showed rain spots. Her wrinkled black face a study in anger and apprehensionandherlipwaspushedoutfartherthanScarlettcouldeve(was) r remember. She peeredquickly at Frank and, when she saw who it was, her face changed— pleasure, bewilderment andsomething akin18 to guilt81 spreading over it. She waddled82 forward to Frank with pleased greetingsand grinned and curtsied when he shook her hand.
“It sho is good ter see home folks,” she said. “How is you, Mist’ Frank? My, ain’ you lookin’
fine an’ gran’! Effen Ah’d knowed Miss Scarlett wuz out wid you, Ah wouldn’ worrit so. Ah’dknowed she wuz tekken keer of. Ah come back hyah an’fine she gone an’Ah been as ‘stracted as achicken wid its haid off, thinkin’ she runnin’ roun’ dis town by herseff wid all dese trashy freeissue niggers on de street. Huccome you din’ tell me you gwine out, honey? An’ you wid a cole!”
Scarlett winked83 slyly at Frank and, for all his distress84 at the bad news he had just heard, hesmiled, knowing she was enjoining85 silence and making him one in a pleasant conspiracy86.
“You run up and fix me some dry clothes, Mammy,” she said. “And some hot tea.”
“Lawd, yo’ new dress is plum ruint,” grumbled87 Mammy. “Ah gwine have a time dryin’ it an’
brushin’ it, so it’ll be fit ter be wo’ ter de weddin’ ternight.”
She went into the house and Scarlett leaned close to Frank and whispered: “Do come to suppertonight. We are so lonesome. And we’re going to the wedding afterward88. Do be our escort! And,please don’t say anything to Aunt Pitty about—about Suellen. It would distress her so much and Ican’t bear for her to know that my sister—”
“Oh, I won’t! I won’t!” Frank said hastily, wincing89 from the very thought.
“You’ve been so sweet to me today and done me so much good. I feel right brave again.” Shesqueezed his hand in parting and turned the full battery of her eyes upon him.
Mammy, who was waiting just inside the door, gave her an inscrutable look and followed her,puffing, up the stairs to the bedroom. She was silent while she stripped off the wet clothes andhung them over chairs and tucked Scarlett into bed. When she had brought up a cup of hot tea anda hot brick, rolled in flannel90, she looked down at Scarlett and said, with the nearest approach to anapology in her voice Scarlett had ever heard: “Lamb, huccome you din’ tell yo’ own Mammy whut you wuz upter? Den43 Ah wouldn’ had ter traipse all dis way up hyah ter ‘Lanta. Ah is too ole an’ toofat fer sech runnin’ roun’.”
“What do you mean?”
“Honey, you kain fool me. Ah knows you. An’ Ah seed Mist’ Frank’s face jes’ now an’ Ah seedyo’ face, an’ Ah kin19 read yo’ mine lak a pahson read a Bible. An’ Ah heerd dat whisperin’ you wuzgivin’ him ‘bout Miss Suellen. Effen Ah’d had a notion ‘twuz Mist’ Frank you wuz affer, Ah’dstayed home whar Ah b’longs.”
“Well,” said Scarlett shortly, snuggling under the blankets and realizing it was useless to try tothrow Mammy off the scent91, “who did you think it was?”
“Chile, Ah din’ know but Ah din’ lak de look on yo’ face yestiddy. An’ Ah ‘membered MissPittypat writin’ Miss Melly dat dat rapscallion Butler man had lots of money an’ Ah doan fergitwhat Ah hears. But Mist’ Frank, he a gempmum even ef he ain’ so pretty.”
Scarlett gave her a sharp look and Mammy returned the gaze with calm omniscience92.
“Well, what are you going to do about it? Tattle to Suellen?”
“Ah is gwine ter he’p you pleasure Mist’ Frank eve’y way Ah knows how,” said Mammy,tucking the covers about Scarlett’s neck.
Scarlett lay quietly for a while, as Mammy fussed about the room, relief flooding her that therewas no need for words between them. No explanations were asked, no reproaches made. Mammyunderstood and was silent. In Mammy, Scarlett had found a realist more uncompromising thanherself. The mottled wise old eyes saw deeply, saw clearly, with the directness of the savage94 andthe child, undeterred by conscience when danger threatened her pet. Scarlett was her baby andwhat her baby wanted, even though it belonged to another, Mammy was willing to help her obtain.
The rights of Suellen and Frank Kennedy did not even enter her mind, save to cause a grim inwardchuckle. Scarlett was in trouble and doing the best she could, and Scarlett was Miss Ellen’s child.
Mammy rallied to her with never a moment’s hesitation95.
Scarlett felt the silent reinforcement and, as the hot brick at her feet warmed her, the hope whichhad flickered96 faintly on the cold ride home grew into a flame. It swept through her, making herheart pump the blood through her veins97 in pounding surges. Strength was coming back and areckless excitement which made her want to laugh aloud. Not beaten yet, she thought exultantly98.
“Hand me the mirror, Mammy,” she said.
“Keep yo’ shoulders unner dat kivver,” ordered Mammy, passing the hand mirror to her, a smileon her thick lips.
Scarlett looked at herself.
“I look white as a hant,” she said, “and my hair is as wild as a horse’s tail.”
“You doan look peart as you mout.”
“Hum. ... Is it raining very hard?”
“You know it’s po’in’.”
“Well, just the same, you’ve got to go downtown for me.”
“Not in dis rain, Ah ain’.”
“Yes, you are or I’ll go myself.”
“What you got ter do dat woan wait? Look ter me lak you done nuff fer one day.”
“I want,” said Scarlett, surveying herself carefully in the mirror, “a bottle of cologne water. Youcan wash my hair and rinse99 it with cologne. And buy me a jar of quince-seed jelly to make it liedown flat.”
“Ah ain’ gwine wash yo’ ha’r in dis wedder an’ you ain’ gwine put no cologne on yo’ haid lak afas’ woman needer. Not w’ile Ah got breaf in mah body.”
“Oh, yes, I am. Look in my purse and get that five-dollar gold piece out and go to town. And—er, Mammy, while you are downtown, you might get me a—a pot of rouge100.”
“Whut dat?” asked Mammy suspiciously.
Scarlett met her eyes with a coldness she was far from feeling. There was never any way ofknowing just how far Mammy could be bullied101.
“Never you mind. Just ask for it.”
“Ah ain’ buyin nuthin’ dat Ah doan know whut ‘tis.”
“Well, it’s paint, if you’re so curious! Face paint. Don’t stand there and swell102 up like a toad103. Goon.”
“Paint!” ejaculated Mammy. “Face paint! Well, you ain’ so big dat Ah kain whup you! Ah ain’
never been so scan’lized! You is los’ yo’ mine! Miss Ellen be tuhnin’ in her grabe dis minute!
Paintin’ yo face lak a—”
“You know very well Grandma Robillard painted her face and—”
“Yas’m, an’ wo’ only one petticoat an’ it wrang out wid water ter mek it stick an’ show de shapeof her laigs, but dat ain’ sayin’ you is gwine do sumpin’ lak dat! Times wuz scan’lous w’en OleMiss wuz young but times changes, dey do an’—”
“Name of God!” cried Scarlett, losing her temper and throwing back the covers. “You can gostraight back to Tara!”
“You kain sen’ me ter Tara ness Ah wants ter go. Ah is free,” said Mammy heatedly. “An’ Ah isgwine ter stay right hyah. Git back in dat baid. Does you want ter ketch pneumony jes’ now? Putdown dem stays! Put dem down, honey. Now, Miss Scarlett, you ain’ gwine nowhars in dis wedder.
Lawd God! But you sho look lak yo’ pa! Git back in baid—Ah kain go buyin’ no paint! Ah die ofshame, eve’ybody knowin ‘it wud fer mah chile! Miss Scarlett, you is so sweet an’ pretty lookin’
you doan need no paint. Honey, doan nobody but bad womens use dat stuff.”
“Well, they get results, don’t they?”
“Jesus, hear her! Lamb, doan say bad things lak dat! Put down dem wet stockin’s, honey. Ahkain have you buy dat stuff yo’seff. Miss Ellen would hant me. Git back in baid. Ah’ll go. MaybeAh fine me a sto’ what dey doan know us.”
That night at Mrs. Elsing’s, when Fanny had been duly married and old Levi and the othermusicians were tuning104 up for the dance, Scarlett looked about her with gladness. It was so excitingto be actually at a party again. She was pleased also with the warm reception she had received.
When she entered the house on Frank’s arm, everyone had rushed to her with cries of pleasure andwelcome, kissed her, shaken her hand, told her they had missed her dreadfully and that she mustnever go back to Tara. The men seemed gallantly105 to have forgotten she had tried her best to breaktheir hearts in other days and the girls that she had done everything in her power to entice106 theirbeaux away from them. Even Mrs. Merriwether, Mrs. Whiting, Mrs. Meade and the otherdowagers who had been so cool to her during the last days of the war, forgot her flighty conductand their disapproval107 of it and recalled only that she had suffered in their common defeat and thatshe was Pitty’s niece and Charles’ widow. They kissed her and spoke108 gently with tears in their eyesof her dear mother’s passing and asked at length about her father and her sisters. Everyone askedabout Melanie and Ashley, demanding the reason why they, too, had not come back to Atlanta.
In spite of her pleasure at the welcome, Scarlett felt a slight uneasiness which she tried toconceal, an uneasiness about the appearance of her velvet dress. It was still damp to the knees andstill spotted109 about the hem8, despite the frantic110 efforts of Mammy and Cookie with a steaming kettle,a clean hair brush and frantic wavings in front of an open fire. Scarlett was afraid someonewould notice her bedraggled state and realize that this was her only nice dress. She was a littlecheered by the fact that many of the dresses of the other guests looked far worse than hers. Theywere so old and had such carefully mended and pressed looks. At least, her dress was whole andnew, damp though it was—in fact, the only new dress at the gathering111 with the exception ofFanny’s white-satin wedding gown.
Remembering what Aunt Pitty had told her about the Elsing finances, she wondered where themoney for the satin dress had been obtained and for the refreshments112, and decorations andmusicians too. It must have cost a pretty penny. Borrowed money probably or else the wholeElsing clan113 had contributed to give Fanny this expensive wedding. Such a wedding in these hardtimes seemed to Scarlett an extravagance on a par56 with the tombstones of the Tarleton boys andshe felt the same irritation114 and lack of sympathy she had felt as she stood in the Tarleton buryingground. The days when money could be thrown away carelessly had passed. Why did these peoplepersist in making the gestures of the old days when the old days were gone?
But she shrugged115 off her momentary116 annoyance117. It wasn’t her money and she didn’t want herevening’s pleasure spoiled by irritation at other people’s foolishness.
She discovered she knew the groom118 quite well, for he was Tommy Wellburn from Sparta andshe had nursed him in 1863 when he had a wound in his shoulder. He had been a handsome youngsix-footer then and had given up his medical studies to go in the cavalry. Now he looked like alittle old man, so bent was he by the wound in his hip23. He walked with some difficulty and, as AuntPitty had remarked, spraddled in a very vulgar way. But he seemed totally unaware119 of hisappearance, or unconcerned about it, and had the manner of one who asks no odds120 from any man.
He had given up all hope of continuing his medical studies and was now a contractor121, working alabor crew of Irishmen who were building the new hotel. Scarlett wondered how he managed soonerous a job in his condition but asked no questions, realizing wryly123 that almost anything was possible when necessity drove.
Tommy and Hugh Elsing and the little monkey-like René Picard stood talking with her while thechairs and furniture were pushed back to the wall in preparation for the dancing. Hugh had notchanged since Scarlett last saw him in 1862. He was still the thin sensitive boy with the same lockof pale brown hair hanging over his forehead and the same delicate useless-looking hands sheremembered so well. But René had changed since that furlough when he married MaybelleMerriwether. He still had the Gallic twinkle in his black eyes and the Creole zest124 for living but, forall his easy laughter, there was something hard about his face which had not been there in the earlydays of the war. And the air of supercilious125 elegance126 which had clung about him in his strikingZouave uniform was completely gone.
“Cheeks lak ze rose, eyes lak ze emerald!” he said, kissing Scarlett’s hand and paying tribute tothe rouge upon her face. “Pretty lak w’en I first see you at ze bazaar127. You remembaire? Nevairehave I forgot how you toss your wedding ring in my basket. Ha, but zat was brave! But I shouldnevaire have zink you wait so long to get anothaire ring!”
His eyes sparkled wickedly and he dug his elbow into Hugh’s ribs128.
“And I never thought you’d be driving a pie wagon129, Renny Picard,” she said. Instead of beingashamed at having his degrading occupation thrown in his face, he seemed pleased and laugheduproariously, slapping Hugh on the back.
“Touché!” he cried. “Belle Mère, Madame Merriwether, she mek me do eet, ze first work I do enall my life, René Picard, who was to grow old breeding ze race horse, playing ze feedle! Now, Idrive ze pie wagon and I lak eet! Madame Belle Mère, she can mek a man do annyzing. She shouldhave been ze general and we win ze war, eh, Tommy?”
Well! thought Scarlett. The idea of liking130 to drive a pie wagon when his people used to own tenmiles along the Mississippi River and a big house in New Orleans, too!
“If we’d had our mothers-in-law in the ranks, we’d have beat the Yankees in a week,” agreedTommy, his eyes straying to the slender, indomitable form of his new mother-in-law. The onlyreason we lasted as long as we did was because of the ladies behind us who wouldn’t give up.”
“Who’ll never give up,” amended131 Hugh, and his smile was proud but a little wry122. There’s not alady here tonight who has surrendered, no matter what her men folks did at Appomattox. It’s a lotworse on them than it ever was on us. At least, we took it out in fighting.”
“And they in hating,” finished Tommy. “Eh, Scarlett? It bothers the ladies to see what their menfolks have come down to lots more than it bothers us. Hugh was to be a judge, René was to playthe fiddle132 before the crowned heads of Europe—” He ducked as René aimed a blow at him. “And Iwas to be a doctor and now—”
“Geeve us ze time!” cried René. “Zen I become ze Pie Prince of ze South! And my good Hughze King of ze Kindling133 and you, my Tommy, you weel own ze Irish slaves instead of ze darkyslaves. What changes—what fun! And what eet do for you. Mees Scarlett, and Mees Melly? Youmeelk ze cow, peek134 ze cotton?”
“Indeed, no!” said Scarlett coolly, unable to understand René’s gay acceptance of hardships.
“Our darkies do that.”
“Mees Melly, I hear she call her boy ‘Beauregard.’ You tell her I, René, approve and say thatexcept for ‘Jesus’ there is no bettaire name.”
And though he smiled, his eyes glowed proudly at the name of Louisiana’s dashing hero.
“Well, there’s ‘Robert Edward Lee,’ ” observed Tommy. “And while I’m not trying to lessen135 OldBeau’s reputation, my first son is going to be named ‘Bob Lee Wellburn.’ ”
René laughed and shrugged.
“I recount to you a joke but eet eez a true story. And you see how Creoles zink of our braveBeauregard and of your General Lee. On ze train near New Orleans a man of Virginia, a man ofGeneral Lee, he meet wiz a Creole of ze troops of Beauregard. And ze man of Virginia, he talk,talk, talk how General Lee do zis, General Lee say zat. And ze Creole, he look polite and hewreenkle hees forehead lak he try to remembaire, and zen he smile and say: ‘General Lee! Ah oui!
Now I know! General Lee! Ze man General Beauregard speak well of!”
Scarlett tried to join politely in the laughter but she did not see any point to the story except thatCreoles were just as stuck up as Charleston and Savannah people. Moreover, she had alwaysthought Ashley’s son should have been named after him.
The musicians after preliminary tunings and whangings broke into “Old Dan Tucker” andTommy turned to her.
“Will you dance, Scarlett? I can’t favor you but Hugh or René—”
“No, thank you. I’m still mourning my mother,” said Scarlett hastily. “I will sit them out.”
Her eyes singled out Frank Kennedy and beckoned136 him from the side of Mrs. Elsing.
“I’ll sit in that alcove137 yonder if you’ll bring me some refreshments and then we can have a nicechat,” she told Frank as the other three men moved off.
When he had hurried away to bring her a glass of wine and a paper thin slice of cake, Scarlett satdown in the air cove93 at the end of the drawing room and carefully arranged her skirts so that theworst spots would not show. The humiliating events of the morning with Rhett were pushed fromher mind by the excitement of seeing so many people and hearing music again. Tomorrow shewould think of Rhett’s conduct and her shame and they would make her writhe138 again. Tomorrowshe would wonder if she had made any impression on Frank’s hurt and bewildered heart. But nottonight. Tonight she was alive to her finger tips, every sense alert with hope, her eyes sparkling.
She looked from the alcove into the huge drawing room and watched the dancers, rememberinghow beautiful this room had been when first she came to Atlanta during the war. Then thehardwood floors had shone like glass, and overhead the chandelier with its hundreds of tiny prismshad caught and reflected every ray of the dozens of candles it bore, flinging them, like gleams fromdiamonds, flame and sapphire139 about the room. The old portraits on the walls had been dignifiedand gracious and had looked down upon guests with an air of mellowed140 hospitality. The rosewoodsofas had been soft and inviting141 and one of them, the largest, had stood in the place of honor in thissame alcove where she now sat. It had been Scarlett’s favorite seat at parties. From this pointstretched the pleasant vista142 of drawing room and dining room beyond, the oval mahogany table which seated twenty and the twenty slim-legged chairs demurely143 against the walls, the massivesideboard and buffet144 weighted with heavy silver, with seven-branched candlesticks, goblets145, cruets,decanters and shining little glasses. Scarlett had sat on that sofa so often in the first years of thewar, always with some handsome officer beside her, and listened to violin and bull fiddle, accordionand banjo, and heard the exciting swishing noises which dancing feet made on the waxedand polished floor.
Now the chandelier hung dark. It was twisted askew146 and most of the prisms were broken, as ifthe Yankee occupants had made their beauty a target for their boots. Now an oil lamp and a fewcandles lighted the room and the roaring fire in the wide hearth147 gave most of the illumination. Itsflickering light showed how irreparably scarred and splintered the dull old floor was. Squares onthe faded paper on the wall gave evidence that once the portraits had hung there, and wide cracksin the plaster recalled the day during the siege when a shell had exploded on the house and torn offparts of the roof and second floor. The heavy old mahogany table, spread with cake and decanters,still presided in the empty-looking dining room but it was scratched and the broken legs showedsigns of clumsy repair. The sideboard, the silver and the spindly chairs were gone. The dull-golddamask draperies which had covered the arching French windows at the back of the room weremissing, and only the remnants of the lace curtains remained, clean but obviously mended.
In place of the curved sofa she had liked so much was a hard bench that was none toocomfortable. She sat upon it with as good grace as possible, wishing her skirts were in suchcondition that she could dance. It would be so good to dance again. But, of course, she could domore with Frank in this sequestered148 alcove than in a breathless reel and she could listen fascinatedto his talk and encourage him to greater flights of foolishness.
But the music certainly was inviting. Her slipper9 patted longingly149 in time with old Levi’s largesplayed foot as he twanged a strident banjo and called the figures of the reel. Feet swished andscraped and patted as the twin lines danced toward each other, retreated, whirled and made archesof their arms.
“ ‘Ole Dan Tucker he got drunk—’
(Swing yo’ padners!)‘Fell in de fiah’ an’ he kick up a chunk150!’
(Skip tight, ladies!)”
After the dull and exhausting months at Tara it was good to hear music again and the sound ofdancing feet, good to see familiar friendly faces laughing in the feeble light, calling old jokes andcatchwords, bantering151, rallying, coquetting. It was like coming to life again after being dead. Italmost seemed that the bright days of five years ago had come back again. If she could close hereyes and not see the worn made-over dresses and the patched boots and mended slippers, if hermind did not call up the faces of boys missing from the reel, she might almost think that nothinghad changed. But as she looked, watching the old men grouped about the decanter in the diningroom, the matrons lining152 the walls, talking behind fanless hands, and the swaying, skipping young dancers, it came to her suddenly, coldly, frighteningly that it was all as greatly changed as if thesefamiliar figures were ghosts.
They looked the same but they were different. What was it? Was it only that they were five yearsolder? No, it was something more than the passing of time. Something had gone out of them, outof their world. Five years ago, a feeling of security had wrapped them all around so gently theywere not even aware of it. In its shelter they had flowered. Now it was gone and with it had gonethe old thrill, the old sense of something delightful153 and exciting just around the corner, the oldglamour of their way of living.
She knew she had changed too, but not as they had changed, and it puzzled her. She sat andwatched them and she felt herself an alien among them, as alien and lonely as if she had comefrom another world, speaking a language they did not understand and she not understanding theirs.
Then she knew that this feeling was the same one she felt with Ashley. With him and with peopleof his kind—and they made up most of her world—she felt outside of something she could notunderstand.
Their faces were little changed and their manners not at all but it seemed to her that these twothings were all that remained of her old friends. An ageless dignity, a timeless gallantry still clungabout them and would cling until they died but they would carry undying bitterness to their graves,a bitterness too deep for words. They were a soft-spoken, fierce, tired people who were defeatedand would not know defeat, broken yet standing determinedly154 erect155. They were crushed andhelpless, citizens of conquered provinces. They were looking on the state they loved, seeing ittrampled by the enemy, rascals156 making a mock of the law, their former slaves a menace, their mendisfranchised, their women insulted. And they were remembering graves.
Everything in their old world had changed but the old forms. The old usages went on, must goon, for the forms were all that were left to them. They were holding tightly to the things they knewbest and loved best in the old days, the leisured manners, the courtesy, the pleasant casualness inhuman157 contacts and, most of all, the protecting attitude of the men toward their women. True to thetradition in which they had been reared, the men were courteous158 and tender and they almostsucceeded in creating an atmosphere of sheltering their women from all that was harsh and unfitfor feminine eyes. That, thought Scarlett, was the height of absurdity159, for there was little, now,which even the most cloistered160 women had not seen and known in the last five years. They hadnursed the wounded, closed dying eyes, suffered war and fire and devastation161, known terror andflight and starvation.
But, no matter what sights they had seen, what menial tasks they had done and would have todo, they remained ladies and gentlemen, royalty162 in exile—bitter, aloof163, incurious, kind to oneanother, diamond hard, as bright and brittle164 as the crystals of the broken chandelier over theirheads. The old days had gone but these people would go their ways as if the old days still existed,charming, leisurely165, determined not to rush and scramble166 for pennies as the Yankees did,determined to part with none of the old ways.
Scarlett knew that she, too, was greatly changed. Otherwise she could not have done the thingsshe had done since she was last in Atlanta; otherwise she would not now be contemplating167 doingwhat she desperately168 hoped to do. But there was a difference in their hardness and hers and just what the difference was, she could not, for the moment, tell. Perhaps it was that there was nothingshe would not do, and there were so many things these people would rather die than do. Perhaps itwas that they were without hope but still smiling at life, bowing gracefully169 and passing it by. Andthis Scarlett could not do.
She could not ignore life. She had to live it and it was too brutal, too hostile, for her even to tryto gloss170 over its harshness with a smile. Of the sweetness and courage and unyielding pride of herfriends, Scarlett saw nothing. She saw only a silly stiff-neckedness which observed facts butsmiled and refused to look them in the face.
As she stared at the dancers, flushed from the reel, she wondered if things drove them as shewas driven, dead lovers, maimed husbands, children who were hungry, acres slipping away,beloved roofs that sheltered strangers. But, of course, they driven! She knew theircircumstances only a little less thoroughly171 than she knew her own.(were) Their losses had been herlosses, their privations her privations, their problems her same problems. Yet they had reacteddifferently to them. The faces she was seeing in the room were not faces; they were masks,excellent masks which would never drop.
But if they were suffering as acutely from brutal circumstances as she was—and they were—how could they this air of gaiety and lightness of heart? Why, indeed, should they even try to do it?
They were beyond her comprehension and vaguely irritating. She couldn’t be like them. Shecouldn’t survey the wreck of the world with an air of casual unconcern. She was as hunted as afox, running with a bursting heart, trying to reach a burrow172 before the hounds caught up.
Suddenly she hated them all because they were different from her, because they carried theirlosses with an air that she could never attain173, would never wish to attain. She hated them, thesesmiling, light-footed strangers, these proud fools who took pride in something they had lost,seeming to be proud that they had lost it. The women bore themselves like ladies and she knewthey were ladies, though menial tasks were their daily lot and they didn’t know where their nextdress was coming from. Ladies all! But she could not feel herself a lady, for all her velvet dressand scented174 hair, for all the pride of birth that stood behind her and the pride of wealth that hadonce been hers. Harsh contact with the red earth of Tara had stripped gentility from her and sheknew she would never feel like a lady again until her table was weighted with silver and crystaland smoking with rich food, until her own horses and carriages stood in her stables, until blackhands and not white took the cotton from Tara.
“Ah!” she thought angrily, sucking in her breath. That’s the difference! Even though they’repoor, they still feel like ladies and I don’t. The silly fools don’t seem to realize that you can’t be alady without money!”
Even in this flash of revelation, she realized vaguely that, foolish though they seemed, theirswas the right attitude. Ellen would have thought so. This disturbed her. She knew she should feelas these people felt, but she could not. She knew she should believe devoutly175, as they did, that aborn lady remained a lady, even if reduced to poverty, but she could not make herself believe itnow.
All her life she had heard sneers176 hurled177 at the Yankees because their pretensions178 to gentilitywere based on wealth, not breeding. But at this moment, heresy179 though it was, she could not help thinking the Yankees were right on this one matter, even if wrong in all others. It took money to bea lady. She knew Ellen would have fainted had she ever heard such words from her daughter. Nodepth of poverty could ever have made Ellen feel ashamed. Ashamed! Yet, that was how Scarlettfelt. Ashamed that she was poor and reduced to galling180 shifts and penury181 and work that negroesshould do.
She shrugged in irritation. Perhaps these people were right and she was wrong but, just thesame, these proud fools weren’t looking forward as she was doing, straining every nerve, riskingeven honor and good name to get back what they had lost. It was beneath the dignity of any ofthem to indulge in a scramble for money. The times were rude and hard. They called for rude andhard struggle if one was to conquer them. Scarlett knew that family tradition would forciblyrestrain many of these people from such a struggle—with the making of money admittedly its aim.
They all thought that obvious money-making and even talk of money were vulgar in the extreme.
Of course, there were exceptions. Mrs. Merriwether and her baking and René driving the piewagon. And Hugh Elsing cutting and peddling182 firewood and Tommy contracting. And Frankhaving the gumption183 to start a store. But what of the rank and file of them? The planters wouldscratch a few acres and live in poverty. The lawyers and doctors would go back to their professionsand wait for clients who might never come. And the rest, those who had lived in leisure on theirincomes? What would happen to them?
But she wasn’t going to be poor all her life. She wasn’t going to sit down and patiently wait fora miracle to help her. She was going to rush into life and wrest184 from it what she could. Her fatherhad started as a poor immigrant boy and had won the broad acres of Tara. What he had done, hisdaughter could do. She wasn’t like these people who had gambled everything on a Cause that wasgone and were content to be proud of having lost that Cause, because it was worth any sacrifice.
They drew their courage from the past. She was drawing hers from the future. Frank Kennedy, atpresent, was her future. At least, he had the store and he had cash money. And if she could onlymarry him and get her hands on that money, she could make ends meet at Tara for another year.
And after that—Frank must buy the sawmill. She could see for herself how quickly the town wasrebuilding and anyone who could establish a lumber business now, when there was so littlecompetition, would have a gold mine.
There came to her, from the recesses185 of her mind, words Rhett had spoken in the early years ofthe war about the money he made in the blockade. She had not taken the trouble to understandthem then, but now they seemed perfectly186 clear and she wondered if it had been only her youth orplain stupidity which had kept her from appreciating them.
“There’s just as much money to be made in the wreck of a civilization as in the upbuilding ofone.”
“This is the wreck he foresaw,” she thought, “and he was right. There’s still plenty of money tobe made by anyone who isn’t afraid to work—or to grab.”
She saw Frank coming across the floor toward her with a glass of blackberry wine in his handand a morsel187 of cake on a saucer and she pulled her face into a smile. It did not occur to her toquestion whether Tara was worth marrying Frank. She knew it was worth it and she never gave thematter a second thought.
She smiled up at him as she sipped188 the wine, knowing that her cheeks were more attractivelypink than any of the dancers’. She moved her skirts for him to sit by her and waved herhandkerchief idly so that the faint sweet smell of the cologne could reach his nose. She was proudof the cologne, for no other woman in the room was wearing any and Frank had noticed it. In a fitof daring he had whispered to her that she was as pink and fragrant189 as a rose.
If only he were not so shy! He reminded her of a timid old brown field rabbit. If only he had thegallantry and ardor of the Tarleton boys or even the coarse impudence190 of Rhett Butler. But, if hepossessed those qualities, he’d probably have sense enough to feel the desperation that lurked191 justbeneath her demurely fluttering eyelids192. As it was, he didn’t know enough about women even tosuspect what she was up to. That was her good fortune but it did not increase her respect for him.
她从消防站走出来时天正在下雨，天空阴沉沉的一片浅灰色。广场上的士兵们都到棚屋里躲雨去了，大街上也很少有行人。她看不到哪里有什么车辆，便明白自己只有一路步行回家，可路还远着呢。
她一路艰难地走着，白兰地的热劲渐渐消退了。寒风吹得她瑟瑟发抖，冰冷刺骨的雨点迎面向她打来。雨水很快淋透了皮蒂姑妈那件薄薄的外套，弄得它湿糊糊地贴着她的身子。她知道那件天鹅绒新衣也快糟踏完了，至于帽子上的羽毛已水淋淋地耷拉下来，就像它们原先的主人雨天戴着它们在塔拉后仓场院里走动时那样，人行道上的砖块多已损坏，而且大段大段的路面上已根本没有砖了。这些地方的泥已经齐脚踝深，她的便鞋陷在里面像被胶粘住似的，有时一拔脚鞋就掉了。每回她弯下腰去用手提鞋时，衣服的前襟便落在泥里。她甚至懒得绕过泥坑，而随意踏到里面，提着沉重的衣裙径直走过去。她能感觉到那湿透的裙子和裤腿边缘冰冷地纠缠在脚踝上，可是她已不再去关心这套衣裳的命运了，尽管在它身上她曾经押了那么大一笔赌注。她只觉得寒冷、沮丧和绝望。
她怎么能在说过那些大话之后就这样回到塔拉去见大伙呢？她怎能告诉他们，说他们都得流落到别处去呢？她怎能失去那一切，失去那些红色的田地、高大的松树、褐黑色的沼泽腹地，寂静的坟地呢？那坟地上的柏林深处还躺着她的母亲爱伦呀！
她在溜滑的道路上吃力地走着，心中又燃起了对瑞德的仇恨之火。这个简直是个无赖！她巴不得他们把他绞死，免得她以后还要同这个对她的丑事和受的侮辱了如指掌的人见面。当然，如果他愿意，他是完全可以替她弄到那笔钱的。啊，绞刑还太便宜了他呢！感谢上帝，他现在已经看不见她，看不见她浑身湿透、披头散发、牙关打颤的模样！她一定显得十分狼狈，而他见了准会哈哈大笑的！
她一路上碰到的一些黑人都对她露齿而笑，他们还相互嬉笑着看她在泥泞中连行带滑地匆匆走过，有时停下来喘着气换鞋，显得非常狼狈。他们竟敢嘲笑她，这些黑鬼！他们竟敢对她这位塔拉农场的思嘉·奥哈拉小姐呲牙咧嘴！她恨不得把他们全都痛打一顿，打得他们的脊背鲜血淋漓。那些把他们解放、让他们来嘲笑白人的北方佬，真该死啊！
她沿着华盛顿大街走去，此时周围的景色同她自己的心情一样地阴沉。这里一点也没有她在桃树待见到的那种喧闹和欢乐气氛，这里曾经有过许多漂亮的民房，但现在很少有重建起来的。那些经过烟熏火燎的房基是黑糊糊的烟囟（如今叫做谢尔曼的哨兵）令人失望地不断出现。杂草丛生的小径所到之处，往往是原来有房子的地方，或者
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scramble
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gloss
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