1 If Charles had inherited any of the qualities of the stern, fearless, hot-tempered soldier who had been his father, they had been obliterated in childhood by the ladylike atmosphere in which he had been reared.
2 She was tired from standing on her feet all morning and irritable because Mrs. Merriwether had scolded her sharply for sitting on a soldier's bed while she dressed his wounded arm.
3 I am not a soldier and I have no desire to seek the bubble reputation even in the cannon's mouth.
4 Everyone knew there had never been a cowardly Confederate soldier and they found this statement peculiarly irritating.
5 Mrs. Meade's eyes grew wet as she pictured her soldier son home at last, home to stay.
6 Well, she'd make up some pitiful story about a soldier in the hospital who needed it and Rhett need never know the truth.
7 She rose as he entered, thinking with proprietary pride that he was the handsomest soldier she had ever seen.
8 Perhaps it's still true, provided the Confederate soldier has bullets for his gun and shoes on his feet and food in his stomach.
9 And a good soldier for all his years.
10 But she discovered she could not look for him, for if she did not step carefully she would tread on some poor soldier.
11 She caught a fleeting glimpse of a head of red curls and saw that creature, Belle Watling, heard her shrill drunken laughter as she clung for support to a one-armed soldier who reeled and staggered.
12 She saw again the Yankee soldier standing in the hall with Ellen's sewing box in his hand.
13 And the money in the Yankee soldier's wallet.
14 She laughed and joked and almost but not quite coquetted with a one-eyed soldier who gladly repaid her efforts with extravagant gallantries.
15 "He killed some--but not with bullets," said the one-eyed soldier grimly.