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           Shelookedfurtivelyaroundher,asthetreacherous,blasphemousthoughtsrushedthroughhermind,fearfulthatsomeonemightfindthemwrittenclearlyuponherface.Oh,whycouldn’tshefeellikethoseotherwomen!TheywerewholeheartedandsincereintheirdevotiontotheCause.Theyreallymeanteverythingtheysaidanddid.Andifanyoneshouldeversuspectthatshe—No,noonemusteverknow!ShemustgoonmakingapretenseofenthusiasmandprideintheCausewhichshecouldnotfeel,actingoutherpartofthewidowofaConfederateofficerwhobearshergriefbravely,whoseheartisinthegrave,whofeelsthatherhusband’sdeathmeantnothingifitaidedtheCausetotriumph.

           Oh,whywasshedifferent,apartfromtheselovingwomen?Shecouldneverloveanythingoranyonesoselflesslyastheydid.Whatalonelyfeelingitwas—andshehadneverbeenlonelyeitherinbodyorspiritbefore.Atfirstshetriedtostiflethethoughts,butthehardself-honestythatlayatthebaseofhernaturewouldnotpermitit.Andso,whilethebazaarwenton,whilesheandMelaniewaitedonthecustomerswhocametotheirbooth,hermindwasbusilyworking,tryingtojustifyherselftoherself—ataskwhichsheseldomfounddifficult.

           TheotherwomenweresimplysillyandhystericalwiththeirtalkofpatriotismandtheCause,andthemenwerealmostasbadwiththeirtalkofvitalissuesandStates’Rights.She,ScarlettO’HaraHamilton,alonehadgoodhard-headedIrishsense.Shewasn’tgoingtomakeafooloutofherselfabouttheCause,butneitherwasshegoingtomakeafooloutofherselfbyadmittinghertruefeelings.Shewashard-headedenoughtobepracticalaboutthesituation,andnoonewouldeverknowhowshefelt.Howsurprisedthebazaarwouldbeiftheyknewwhatshereallywasthinking!