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 That there was truth in his last words did not occur to her。 She did not see that Rhett had pried open the prison of her widowhood and set her free to queen it over unmarried girls when her days as a belle should have been long past。 Nor did she see that under his influence she had come a long way from Ellen’s teachings。 The change had been so gradual; the flouting of one small convention seeming to have no connection with the flouting of another; and none of them any connection with Rhett。 She did not realize that; with his encouragement; she had disregarded many of the sternest injunctions of her mother concerning the proprieties; forgotten the difficult lessons in being a lady。
 She only saw that the bonnet was the most becoming one she ever had; that it had not cost her a penny and that Rhett must be in love with her; whether he admitted it or not。 And she certainly intended to find a way to make him admit it。
 
 The next day; Scarlett was standing in front of the mirror with a comb in her hand and her mouth full of hairpins; attempting a new coiffure which Maybelle; fresh from a visit to her husband in Richmond; had said was the rage at the Capital。 It was called “Cats; Rats and Mice” and presented many difficulties。 The hair was parted in the middle and arranged in three rolls of graduating size on each side of the head; the largest; nearest the part; being the “cat。” The “cat” and the “rat” were easy to fix but the “mice” kept slipping out of her hairpins in an exasperating manner。 However; she was determined to accomplish it; for Rhett was coming to supper and he always noticed and commented upon any innovation of dress or hair。
 As she struggled with her bushy; obstinate locks; perspiration beading her forehead; she heard light running feet in the downstairs hall and knew that Melanie was home from the hospital。 As she heard her fly up the stairs; two at a time; she paused; hairpin in mid…air; realizing that something must be wrong; for Melanie always moved as decorously as a dowager。 She went to the door and threw it open; and Melanie ran in; her face flushed and frightened; looking like a guilty child。
 There were tears on her cheeks; her bonnet was hanging on her neck by the ribbons and her hoops swaying violently。 She was clutching something in her hand; and the reek of heavy cheap perfume came into the room with her。
 “Oh; Scarlett!” she cried; shutting the door and sinking on the bed。 “Is Auntie home yet? She isn’t? Oh; thank the Lord! Scarlett; I’m so mortified I could die! I nearly swooned and; Scarlett; Uncle Peter is threatening to tell Aunt Pitty!”
 “Tell what?”
 “That I was talking to that—to Miss—Mrs。—” Melanie fanned her hot face with her handkerchief。 “That woman with red hair; named Belle Watling!”
 “Why; Melly!” cried Scarlett; so shocked she could only stare。
 Belle Watling was the red…haired woman she had seen on the street the first day she came to Atlanta and by now; she was easily the most notorious woman in town。 Many prostitutes had flocked into Atlanta; following the soldiers; but Belle stood out above the rest; due to her flaming hair and the gaudy; overly fashionable dresses she wore。 She was seldom seen on Peachtree Street or in any nice neighborhood; but when she did appear respectable women made haste to cross the street to remove themselves from her vicinity。 And Melanie had been talking with her。 No wonder Uncle Peter was outraged。
 “I shall die if Aunt Pitty finds out! You know she’ll cry and tell everybody in town and I’ll be disgraced;” sobbed Melanie。 “And it wasn’t my fault。 I—I couldn’t run away from her。 It would have been so rude。 Scarlett; I—I felt sorry for her。 Do you think I’m bad for feeling that way?”
 But Scarlett was not concerned with the ethics of the matter。 Like most innocent and well…bred young women; she had a devouring curiosity about prostitutes。
 “What did she want? What does she talk like?”
 “Oh; she used awful grammar but I could see she was trying so hard to be elegant; poor thing。 I came out of the hospital and Uncle Peter and the carriage weren’t waiting; so I thought I’d walk home。 And when I went by the Emersons’ yard; there she was hiding behind the hedge! Oh; thank Heaven; the Emersons are in Macon! And she said; ‘Please; Mrs。 Wilkes; do speak a minute with me。’ I don’t know how she knew my name。 I knew I ought to run as hard as I could but—well; Scarlett; she looked so sad and—well; sort of pleading。 And she had on a black dress and black bonnet and no paint and really looked decent but for that red hair。 And before I could answer she said; ‘I know I shouldn’t speak to you but I tried to talk to that old peahen; Mrs。 Elsing; and she ran me away from the hospital。’ ”
 “Did she really call her a peahen?” said Scarlett pleasedly and laughed。
 “Oh; don’t laugh。 It isn’t funny。 It seems that Miss—this woman; wanted to do something for the hospital—can you imagine it? She offered to nurse every morning and; of course; Mrs。 Elsing must have nearly died at the idea and ordered her out of the hospital。 And then she said; ‘I want to do something; too。 Ain’t I a Confedrut; good as you?’ And; Scarlett; I was right touched at her wanting to help。 You know; she can’t be all bad if she wants to help the Cause。 Do you think I’m bad to feel that way?”
 “For Heaven’s sake; Melly; who cares if you’re bad? What else did she say?”
 “She said she’d been watching the ladies go by to the hospital and thought I had—a—a kind face and so she stopped me。 She had some money and she wanted me to take it and use it for the hospital …and not tell a soul where it came from。 She said Mrs。 Elsing wouldn’t let it be used if she knew what kind of money it was。 What kind of money! That’s when I thought I’d swoon! And I was so upset and anxious to get away; I just said: ‘Oh; yes; indeed; how sweet of you’ or something idiotic; and she smiled and said: That’s right Christian of you’ and shoved this duty handkerchief into my hand。 Ugh; can you smell the perfume?”
 Melanie held out a man’s handkerchief; soiled and highly perfumed; in which some coins were knotted。
 “She was saying thank you and something about bringing me some money every week and just then Uncle Peter drove up and saw me!” Melly collapsed into tears and laid her head on the pillow。 “And when he saw who was with me; he—Scarlett; he hollered at me! Nobody has ever hollered at me before in my whole life。 And he said。 ‘You git in dis ayah cah’ige dis minute!’ Of course; I did; and all the way home he blessed me out and wouldn’t let me explain and said he was going to tell Aunt Pitty。 Scarlett; do go down and beg him not to tell her。 Perhaps he will listen to you。 It will kill Auntie if she knows I ever even looked that woman in the face。 Will you?”
 “Yes; I will。 But let’s see how much money is in here。 It feels heavy。”
 She untied the knot and a handful of gold coins rolled out on the bed。
 “Scarlett; there’s fifty dollars here! And in gold!” cried Melanie; awed; as she counted the bright pieces。 “Tell me; do you think it’s all right to use this kind—well; money made—er—this way for the boys? Don’t you think that maybe God will understand that she wanted to help and won’t care if it is tainted? When I think of how many things the hospital needs—”
 But Scarlett was not listening。 She was looking at the dirty handkerchief; and humiliation and fury were filling her。 There was a monogram in the corner in which were the initials “R。 K。 B。” In her top drawer was a handkerchief just like this; one that Rhett Butler had lent her only yesterday to wrap about the stems of wild flowers they had picked。 She had planned to return it to him when he came to supper tonight。
 So Rhett consorted with that vile Watling creature and gave her money。 That was where the contribution to the hospital came from。 Blockade gold。 And to think that Rhett would have the gall to look a decent woman in the face after being with that creature! And to think that she could have believed he was in love with her! This proved he couldn’t be。
 Bad women and all they involved were mysterious and revolting matters to her。 She knew that men patronized these women for purposes which no lady should mention—or; if she did mention them; in whispers and by indirection and euphemism。 She had always thought that only common vulgar men visited such women。 Before this moment; it had never occurred to her that nice men—that is; men she met at nice homes and with whom she danced—could possibly do such things。 It opened up an entirely new field of thought and one that was horrifying。 Perhaps all men did this! It was bad enough that they forced their wives to go through such indecent performances but to actually seek out low women and pay them for such accommodation! Oh; men were so vile; and Rhett Butler was the worst of them all!
 She would take this handkerchief and fling it in his face and show him the door and never; never speak to him again。 But no; of course she couldn’t do that。 She could never; never let him know she even realized that bad women existed; much less that he visited them。 A lady could never do that。
 “Oh;” she thought in fury。 “If I just wasn’t a lady; what wouldn’t I tell that varmint!”
 And; crumbling the handkerchief in her hand; she went down the stairs to the kitchen in search of Uncle Peter。 As she passed the stove; she shoved the handkerchief into the flames and with impotent anger watched it burn。
 
 CHAPTER XIV
 HOPE WAS ROLLING HIGH in every Southern heart as the summer of 1863 came in。 Despite privation and hardships; despite food speculators and kindred scourges; despite death and sickness and suffering which had now left their mark on nearly every family; the South was again saying “One more victory and the war is over;” saying it with even more happy assurance than in the summer before。 The Yankees were proving a hard nut to crack but they were cracking at last。
 Christmas of 1862 had been a happy one for Atlanta; for the whole South。 The Confederacy had scored a smashing victory at Fredericksburg and the Yankee dead and wounded were counted in the thousands。 There was universal rejoicing in that holiday season; rejoicing and thankfulness that the tide was turning。 The army in butternut were now seasoned fighters; their generals had proven their mettle; and everyone knew that when the campaign reopened in the spring; the Yankees would be crushed for good and all。
 Spring came and the fighting recommenced。 May came and the Confederacy won another great victory at Chancellorsville。 The South roared with elation。
 Closer at home; a Union cavalry dash into Georgia had been turned into a Confederate triumph。 Folks were still laughing and slapping each other on the back and saying: “Yes; sir! When old Nathan Bedford Forrest gets after them; they better git!” Late in April; Colonel Straight and eighteen hundred Yankee cavalry had made a surprise raid into Georgia; aiming at Rome; only a little more than sixty miles north of Atlanta。 They had ambitious plans to cut the vitally important railroad between Atlanta and Tennessee and then swing southward into Atlanta to destroy the fact

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