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"
Dear
God
,
"
she
whispered
,
pulling
out
a
bulging
wallet
,
wrapped
about
with
a
rag
.
"
Melanie
--
Melly
,
I
think
it
's
full
of
money
!
"
Melanie
said
nothing
but
abruptly
sat
down
on
the
floor
and
leaned
back
against
the
wall
.
"
You
look
,
"
she
said
shakily
.
"
I
'm
feeling
a
little
weak
.
"
Scarlett
tore
off
the
rag
and
with
trembling
hands
opened
the
leather
folds
.
"
Look
,
Melly
--
just
look
!
"
Melanie
looked
and
her
eyes
dilated
.
Jumbled
together
was
a
mass
of
bills
,
United
States
greenbacks
mingling
with
Confederate
money
and
,
glinting
from
between
them
,
were
one
ten-dollar
gold
piece
and
two
five-dollar
gold
pieces
.
"
Do
n't
stop
to
count
it
now
,
"
said
Melanie
as
Scarlett
began
fingering
the
bills
.
"
We
have
n't
time
--
"
"
Do
you
realize
,
Melanie
,
that
this
money
means
that
we
'll
eat
?
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
dear
.
I
know
but
we
have
n't
time
now
.
You
look
in
his
other
pockets
and
I
'll
take
the
knapsack
.
"
