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"
No
,
Ma
'm
.
But
I
just
wanted
to
know
.
"
She
stared
at
him
inquiringly
.
Will
did
n't
look
serious
,
but
then
he
never
looked
serious
.
However
,
she
felt
that
something
was
wrong
.
"
I
've
got
ten
dollars
in
gold
,
"
she
said
.
"
The
last
of
that
Yankee
's
money
.
"
"
Well
,
Ma
'm
,
that
wo
n't
be
enough
.
"
"
Enough
for
what
?
"
"
Enough
for
the
taxes
,
"
he
answered
and
,
stumping
over
to
the
fireplace
,
he
leaned
down
and
held
his
red
hands
to
the
blaze
.
"
Taxes
?
"
she
repeated
.
"
Name
of
God
,
Will
!
We
've
already
paid
the
taxes
.
"
"
Yes
'm
.
But
they
say
you
did
n't
pay
enough
.
I
heard
about
it
today
over
to
Jonesboro
.
"
"
But
,
Will
,
I
ca
n't
understand
.
What
do
you
mean
?
"
