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"I can guess his last name," I remarked.



"General's? How? Oh, you've heard it! I don't believe in you any more."

"That's not a bit handsome, after my confession" target="_blank" title="n.招供;认错;交待">confession. No, I'm getting to



understand South Carolina a little. You came from the 'up-country,' you

call your dog General; his name is General Hampton!"



Her laughter assented. "Tell me some more about South Carolina," she

added with her caressing insinuation.



"Well, to begin with--"

"Go sit down at your lunch-table first. Aunt Josephine would never



tolerate my encouraging gentlemen to talk to me over the counter."

I went back obediently, and then resumed: "Well, what sort of people are



those who own the handsome garden behind Mrs. Trevise's!"

"I don't know them."



"Thank you; that's all I wanted."

"What do you mean?"



"They're new people. I could tell it from the way you stuck your nose in

the air."



"Sir!"

"Oh, if you talk about my hair, I can talk about your nose, I think. I



suspected that they were: 'new people' because they cleaned up their

garden immediately after the storm this morning. Now, I'll tell you



something else: the whole South looks down on the whole North."

She made her voice kind. "Do you mind it very much?"



I joined in her latent mirth. "It makes life not worth living! But more

than this, South Carolina looks down on the whole South."



"Not Virginia."

"Not? An 'entire stranger,' you know, sometimes notices things which



escape the family eye--family likenesses in the children, for instance."

"Never Virginia," she persisted.



"Very well, very well! Somehow you've admitted the rest, however."

She began to smile.



"And next, Kings Port looks down on all the rest of South Carolina."

She now laughed outright. "An up-country girl will not deny that,



anyhow!"

"And finally, your aunts--"



"My aunts are Kings Port."

"The whole of it?"



"If you mean the thirty thousand negroes--"

"No, there are other white people here--there goes your nose again!"



"I will not have you so impudent, sir!"

"A thousand pardons, I'm on my knees. But your aunts--" There was such a



flash of war in her eye that I stopped.

"May I not even mention them?" I asked her.



And suddenly upon this she became serious and gentle. "I thought that you

understood them. Would you take them from their seclusion, too? It is all



they have left--since you burned the rest in 1865."

I had made her say what I wanted! That "you" was what I wanted. Now I



should presently have it out with her. But, for the moment, I did not

disclaim the "you." I said:--



"The burning in 1865 was horrible, but it was war."

"It was outrage."



"Yes, the same kind as England's, who burned Washington in 1812, and whom

you all so deeply admire."



She had, it seemed, no answer to this. But we trembled on the verge of a

real quarrel. It was in her voice when she said:--



"I think I interrupted you."

I pushed the risk one step nearer the verge, because of the words I



wished finally to reach. "In 1812, when England burned our White House

down, we did not sit in the ashes; we set about rebuilding."



And now she burst out. "That's not fair, that's perfectly inexcusable!

Did England then set loose on us a pack of black savages and politicians



to help us rebuild? Why, this very day I cannot walk on the other side of

the river, I dare not venture off the New Bridge; and you who first beat



us and then unleashed the blacks to riot in a new 'equality' that they

were no more fit for than so many apes, you sat back at ease in your



victory and your progress, having handed the vote to the negro as you

might have handed a kerosene lamp to a child of three, and let us



crushed, breathless people cope with the chaos and destruction that never

came near you. Why, how can you dare--" Once again, admirably she pulled



herself up as she had done when she spoke of the President. "I mustn't!"

she declared, half whispering, and then more clearly and calmly, "I



mustn't." And she shook her head as if shaking something off. "Nor must




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