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"
Oh
,
you
wo
n't
sing
that
way
very
long
.
I
know
you
're
broke
.
I
know
you
ca
n't
even
pay
your
taxes
.
I
came
out
here
to
offer
to
buy
this
place
from
you
--
to
make
you
a
right
good
offer
.
Emmie
had
a
hankering
to
live
here
.
But
,
by
God
,
I
wo
n't
give
you
a
cent
now
!
You
highflying
,
bog-trotting
Irish
will
find
out
who
's
running
things
around
here
when
you
get
sold
out
for
taxes
.
And
I
'll
buy
this
place
,
lock
,
stock
and
barrel
--
furniture
and
all
--
and
I
'll
live
in
it
.
"
So
it
was
Jonas
Wilkerson
who
wanted
Tara
--
Jonas
and
Emmie
,
who
in
some
twisted
way
thought
to
even
past
slights
by
living
in
the
home
where
they
had
been
slighted
.
All
her
nerves
hummed
with
hate
,
as
they
had
hummed
that
day
when
she
shoved
the
pistol
barrel
into
the
Yankee
's
bearded
face
and
fired
.
She
wished
she
had
that
pistol
now
.
"
I
'll
tear
this
house
down
,
stone
by
stone
,
and
burn
it
and
sow
every
acre
with
salt
before
I
see
either
of
you
put
foot
over
this
threshold
,
"
she
shouted
.
"
Get
out
,
I
tell
you
!
Get
out
!
"
Jonas
glared
at
her
,
started
to
say
more
and
then
walked
toward
the
carriage
.
He
climbed
in
beside
his
whimpering
wife
and
turned
the
horse
.
As
they
drove
off
,
Scarlett
had
the
impulse
to
spit
at
them
.
She
did
spit
.
She
knew
it
was
a
common
,
childish
gesture
but
it
made
her
feel
better
.
She
wished
she
had
done
it
while
they
could
see
her
.
Those
damned
nigger
lovers
daring
to
come
here
and
taunt
her
about
her
poverty
!
That
hound
never
intended
offering
her
a
price
for
Tara
.
He
just
used
that
as
an
excuse
to
come
and
flaunt
himself
and
Emmie
in
her
face
.
The
dirty
Scallawags
,
the
lousy
trashy
poor
whites
,
boasting
they
would
live
at
Tara
!
Then
,
sudden
terror
struck
her
and
her
rage
melted
.
God
's
nightgown
!
They
will
come
and
live
here
!
There
was
nothing
she
could
do
to
keep
them
from
buying
Tara
,
nothing
to
keep
them
from
levying
on
every
mirror
and
table
and
bed
,
on
Ellen
's
shining
mahogany
and
rosewood
,
and
every
bit
of
it
precious
to
her
,
scarred
though
it
was
by
the
Yankee
raiders
.
And
the
Robillard
silver
too
.
I
wo
n't
let
them
do
it
,
thought
Scarlett
vehemently
.
No
,
not
if
I
've
got
to
burn
the
place
down
!
Emmie
Slattery
will
never
set
her
foot
on
a
single
bit
of
flooring
Mother
ever
walked
on
!
She
closed
the
door
and
leaned
against
it
and
she
was
very
frightened
.
More
frightened
even
than
she
had
been
that
day
when
Sherman
's
army
was
in
the
house
.
That
day
the
worst
she
could
fear
was
that
Tara
would
be
burned
over
her
head
.
But
this
was
worse
--
these
low
common
creatures
living
in
this
house
,
bragging
to
their
low
common
friends
how
they
had
turned
the
proud
O'Haras
out
.
Perhaps
they
'd
even
bring
negroes
here
to
dine
and
sleep
.
Will
had
told
her
Jonas
made
a
great
to-do
about
being
equal
with
the
negroes
,
ate
with
them
,
visited
in
their
houses
,
rode
them
around
with
him
in
his
carriage
,
put
his
arms
around
their
shoulders
.
When
she
thought
of
the
possibility
of
this
final
insult
to
Tara
,
her
heart
pounded
so
hard
she
could
scarcely
breathe
.
She
was
trying
to
get
her
mind
on
her
problem
,
trying
to
figure
some
way
out
,
but
each
time
she
collected
her
thoughts
,
fresh
gusts
of
rage
and
fear
shook
her
.
There
must
be
some
way
out
,
there
must
be
someone
somewhere
who
had
money
she
could
borrow
.
Money
could
n't
just
dry
up
and
blow
away
.
