People Must Do What They Must Do.

Sir" Said Mrs. Meade Indignantly. "there Are No Deserters In The Confederate Army." "i Beg Your Pardon," Said Rhett With Mock Humility. "i Meant Those Thousands On Furlough Who Forgot To Rejoin Their Regiments And Those Who Have Been Over Their Wounds For Six Months But Who Remain At Home, Going About Their Usual Business Or Doing The Spring Plowing.

What Most People Don't Seem To Realize Is That There Is Just As Much Money To Be Made Out Of The Wreckage Of A Civilization As From The Upbuilding Of One.

The Green Eyes In The Carefully Sweet Face Were Turbulent, Willful, Lusty With Life, Distinctly At Variance With Her Decorous Demeanor. Her Manners Had Been Imposed Upon Her ... Her Eyes Were Her Own.

She Couldn't Survey The Wreck Of The World With An Air Of Casual Unconcern.

Sir,"she Said,"you Are No Gentleman!" An Apt Observation,"he Answered Airily."and, You, Miss, Are No Lady.