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a goat with his gray chin whiskers wagging away at a great rate； and with difficulty she stifled a giggle。
“But these things are not enough。 The good ladies of the hospital committee； whose cool hands have soothed many a suffering brow and brought back from the jaws of death our brave men wounded in the bravest of all Causes； know our needs。 I will not enumerate them。 We must have more money to buy medical supplies from England； and we have with us tonight the intrepid captain who has so successfully run the blockade for a year and who will run it again to bring us the drugs we need。 Captain Rhett Butler！”
Though caught unawares； the blockader made a graceful bow—too graceful； thought Scarlett； trying to analyze it。 It was almost as if he overdid his courtesy because his contempt for everybody present was so great。 There was a loud burst of applause as he bowed and a craning of necks from the ladies in the corner。 So that was who poor Charles Hamilton’s widow was carrying on with！ And Charlie hardly dead a year！
“We need more gold and I am asking you。 for it” the doctor continued。 “I am asking a sacrifice but a sacrifice so small compared with the sacrifices our gallant men in gray are making that it will seem laughably small。 Ladies； I want your jewelry。 I want your jewelry？ No； the Confederacy wants your jewelry； the Confederacy calls for it and I know no one will hold back。 How fair a gem gleams on a lovely wrist！ How beautifully gold brooches glitter on the bosoms of our patriotic women！ But how much more beautiful is sacrifice than all the gold and gems of the Ind。 The gold will be melted and the stones sold and the money used to buy drugs and other medical supplies。 Ladies； there will pass among you two of our gallant wounded； with baskets and—” But the rest of his speech was lost in the storm and tumult of clapping hands and cheering voices。
Scarlett’s first thought was one of deep thankfulness that mourning forbade her wearing her precious earbobs arid the heavy gold chain that had been Grandma Robillard’s and the gold and black enameled bracelets and the garnet brooch。 She saw the little Zouave； a split…oak basket over his unwounded arm； making the rounds of the crowd on her side of the hall and saw women； old and young； laughing； eager； tugging at bracelets； squealing in pretended pain as earrings came from pierced flesh； helping each other undo stiff necklace clasps； unpinning brooches from bosoms。 There was a steady little dink…clink of metal on metal and cries of “Wait—wait！ I’ve got it unfastened now。 There！” Maybelle Merriwether was pulling off her lovely twin bracelets from above and below her elbows。 Fanny Elsing； crying “Mamma； may I？” was tearing from her curls the seed…pearl ornament set in heavy gold which had been in the family for generations。 As each offering went into the basket； there was applause and cheering。
The grinning little man was coming to their booth now； his basket heavy on his arm； and as he passed Rhett Butler a handsome gold cigar case was thrown carelessly into the basket。 When he came to Scarlett and rested his basket upon the counter； she shook her head throwing wide her hands to show that she had nothing to give。 It was embarrassing to be the only person present who was giving nothing。 And then she saw the bright gleam of her wide gold wedding ring。
For a confused moment she tried to remember Charles’ face—how he had looked when he slipped it en her finger。 But the memory was blurred； blurred by the sadden feeling of irritation that memory of him always brought to her。 Charles—he was the reason why life was over for her； why she was an old woman。
With a sudden wrench she seized the ring but it stuck。 The Zouave was moving toward Melanie。
“Wait！” cried Scarlett。 “I have something for you！” The ring came off and； as she started to throw it into the basket； heaped up with chains； watches； rings； pins and bracelets； she caught Rhett Butler’s eye。 His lips were twisted in a slight smile。 Defiantly； she tossed the ring onto the top of the pile。
“Oh； my darling！” whispered Melly； clutching her arm； her eyes blazing with love and pride。 “You brave； brave girl！ Wait—please； wait； Lieutenant Picard！ I have something for you； too！”
She was tugging at her own wedding ring； the ring Scarlett knew had never once left that finger since Ashley put it there。 Scarlett knew； as no one did； how much it meant to her。 It came off with difficulty and for a brief instant was clutched tightly in the small palm。 Then it was laid gently on the pile of jewelry。 The two girls stood looking after the Zouave who was moving toward the group of elderly ladies in the corner； Scarlett defiant； Melanie with a look more pitiful than tears。 And neither expression was lost on the man who stood beside them。
“If you hadn’t been brave enough to do it； I would never have been either；” said Melly； putting her arm about Scarlett’s waist and giving her a gentle squeeze。 For a moment Scarlett wanted to shake her off and cry “Name of God！” at the top of her lungs； as Gerald did when he was irritated； but she caught Rhett Butler’s eye and managed a very sour smile。 It was annoying the way Melly always misconstrued her motives—but perhaps that was far preferable to having her suspect the truth。
“What a beautiful gesture；” said Rhett Butler； softly。 “It is such sacrifices as yours that hearten our brave lads in gray。”
Hot words bubbled to her lips and it was with difficulty that she checked them。 There was mockery in everything he said。 She disliked him heartily； lounging there against the booth。 But there was something stimulating about him； something warm and vital and electric。 All that was Irish in her rose to the challenge of his black eyes。 She decided she was going to take this man down a notch or two。 His knowledge of her secret gave him an advantage over her that was exasperating； so she would have to change that by putting him at a disadvantage somehow。 She stifled her impulse to tell him exactly what she thought of him。 Sugar always caught more flies than vinegar； as Mammy often said； and she was going to catch and subdue this fly； so he could never again have her at his mercy。
“Thank you；” she said sweetly； deliberately misunderstanding his jibe。 “A compliment like that coming from so famous a man as Captain Butler is appreciated。”
He threw back his head and laughed freely—yelped； was what Scarlett thought fiercely； her face becoming pink again。
“Why don’t you say what you really think？” he demanded； lowering his voice so that in the clatter and excitement of the collection； it came only to her ears。 “Why don’t you say I’m a damned rascal and no gentleman and that I must take myself off or you’ll have one of these gallant boys in gray call me out？”
It was on the tip of her tongue to answer tartly； but she managed by heroic control to say： “Why； Captain Butler！ How you do run on！ As if everybody didn’t know how famous you are and how brave and what a—what a—”
“I am disappointed in you；” he said。
“Disappointed？”
“Yes。 On the occasion of our first eventful meeting I thought to myself that I had at last me