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And all the jewelry she wanted She spilled the...Wednesday, March 17, 2010
And all the jewelry she wanted She spilled the remaining cards on the table and ran upstairs to look in her jewel caseWhy, oh why had Rhett been so stingy about buying her jewelry? He bought her anything else she wanted, but the only jewelry he approved was pearlsShe pulled out rope after rope, piled them on the bureauThere! Her diamond earbobsShe'd d'5 definitely wear themAnd she could wear pearls in her hair as well as around her throat and wristsWhat a pity that she couldn't risk wearing her emerald and diamond engagement ringToo many people would recognize it, and if they knew who she was, they might cut herShe was counting on her costume and mask to protect her from Mrs Merriwether and India Wilkes and the other womenShe intended to have a wonderful time, to dance every dance, to be part of things againBy January fifth, the day before Carnival, all Atlanta was gala cartier roadster chrono with preparationThe mayor's office had ordered that all businesses be closed on the sixth and that all buildings on the parade route be decorated with red and white, the colors of Rex, the King of Carnival Scarlett thought it a terrible waste to close the store on a day when the city would be jammed with people from the country, in for the celebrationsBut she hung big rosettes of ribbon in the store window and on the iron fence in front of her house, and just like everyone else she goggled at the transformation of Whitehall and Marietta streetsBanners and flags bedecked every lamp standard and building front, making a virtual tunnel of bright, fluttering red and white for the final leg of Rex's parade to histhroneI should have brought Wade and Ella in from Tara for the parade, she thoughtBut they're probably still puny from the chicken pox, her mind quickly addedAnd I don't have ball tickets for fendi large clutch Suellen and WillBesides, I sent great piles of Christmas presents to themThe incessant rain on the day of Carnival soothed any vestige of compunction about the children They couldn't have stood out in the wet and cold to see the parade anywayShe wrapped herself in a warm shawl and stood on the stone bench near the gate under a big umbrella, with a clear view over the heads and umbrellas of the spectators on the sidewalk outsideAs promised, the parade was more than a mile longIt was a brave and sorry spectacleThe rain had all but destroyed the medieval-court-type costumesRed dye had run, ostrich plumes dropped, once-dashing velvet hats sagged over faces like dead lettuceThe marching heralds and pages looked cold and wet, but determined; the mounted knights struggled grim-faced with their bespattered horses to keep moving through the sucking, slick mudScarlett joined in the crowd's applause louis vuitton duffle bag for the Earl Marshal It was Uncle Henry Hamilton, who seemed to be the only one having a good timeHe squelched along in bare feet, carrying his shoes in one hand and his bedraggled hat in the other, waving first one hand then the other at the crowd and grinning from ear to earShe grinned herself when the Ladies of the Court rolled slowly past in open carriagesThe leaders of Atlanta society wore masks, but stoic misery showed clearly on their facesMaybelle Merriwether's Pocahontas was sporting dejected feathers in her hair that dribbled water down her cheeks and neckWhiting were easily recognized as sodden, shivering Betsy Ross and Florence NightingaleMeade was a sneezing representation of The Good Old Days in a billow of hoop-skirted wet taffetaMerriwether was unaffected by the rainQueen Victoria held a wide black umbrella over her dry regal headHer velvet cape was unspottedWhen the chanel bags for cheep ladies were past, there was a long hiatus, and the spectators began to leaveBut then there was the distant sound of "Dixie Within a minute the crowd was cheering itself hoarse, and it kept cheering until the band came before them, when silence fellIt was a small band, only two drummers and two men playing pennywhistles and one man playing a sweet, highpitched cornetBut they were dressed in gray, with gold sashes and bright brass buttonsAnd in front of them a man with one arm was holding the staff of the Confederate flag in his remaining handThe Stars and Bars was honorably tattered, and it was being paraded again through Peachtree StreetThroats were too choked with emotion to utter cheersScarlett felt tears on her cheeks, but they were not tears of defeat, they were tears of prideSherman's men had burned Atlanta, the Yankees had pillaged Georgia, but they hadn't been able to destroy the black chanel handbags So

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