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Abruptly
she
told
him
Will
's
news
,
tersely
and
in
short
words
,
feeling
a
sense
of
relief
as
she
spoke
.
Surely
,
he
'd
have
something
helpful
to
offer
.
He
said
nothing
but
,
seeing
her
shiver
,
he
took
his
coat
and
placed
it
about
her
shoulders
.
"
Well
,
"
she
said
finally
,
"
does
n't
it
occur
to
you
that
we
'll
have
to
get
the
money
somewhere
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
where
?
"
"
I
'm
asking
you
,
"
she
replied
,
annoyed
.
The
sense
of
relief
at
unburdening
herself
had
disappeared
.
Even
if
he
could
n't
help
,
why
did
n't
he
say
something
comforting
,
even
if
it
was
only
:
"
Oh
,
I
'm
so
sorry
.
"
He
smiled
.
"
In
all
these
months
since
I
've
been
home
I
've
only
heard
of
one
person
,
Rhett
Butler
,
who
actually
has
money
,
"
he
said
.
Aunt
Pittypat
had
written
Melanie
the
week
before
that
Rhett
was
back
in
Atlanta
with
a
carriage
and
two
fine
horses
and
pocketfuls
of
greenbacks
.
She
had
intimated
,
however
,
that
he
did
n't
come
by
them
honestly
.
Aunt
Pitty
had
a
theory
,
largely
shared
by
Atlanta
,
that
Rhett
had
managed
to
get
away
with
the
mythical
millions
of
the
Confederate
treasury
.
"
Do
n't
let
's
talk
about
him
,
"
said
Scarlett
shortly
.
"
He
's
a
skunk
if
ever
there
was
one
.
What
's
to
become
of
us
all
?
"
Ashley
put
down
the
axe
and
looked
away
and
his
eyes
seemed
to
be
journeying
to
some
far-off
country
where
she
could
not
follow
.
"
I
wonder
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
wonder
not
only
what
will
become
of
us
at
Tara
but
what
will
become
of
everybody
in
the
South
.
