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Somebody
had
to
have
money
.
Then
the
laughing
words
of
Ashley
came
back
to
her
:
"
Only
one
person
,
Rhett
Butler
...
who
has
money
.
"
Rhett
Butler
.
She
walked
quickly
into
the
parlor
and
shut
the
door
behind
her
.
The
dim
gloom
of
drawn
blinds
and
winter
twilight
closed
about
her
.
No
one
would
think
of
hunting
for
her
here
and
she
wanted
time
to
think
,
undisturbed
.
The
idea
which
had
just
occurred
to
her
was
so
simple
she
wondered
why
she
had
not
thought
of
it
before
.
"
I
'll
get
the
money
from
Rhett
.
I
'll
sell
him
the
diamond
earbobs
.
Or
I
'll
borrow
the
money
from
him
and
let
him
keep
the
earbobs
till
I
can
pay
him
back
.
"
For
a
moment
,
relief
was
so
great
she
felt
weak
.
She
would
pay
the
taxes
and
laugh
in
Jonas
Wilkerson
's
face
.
But
close
on
this
happy
thought
came
relentless
knowledge
.
"
It
's
not
only
for
this
year
that
I
'll
need
tax
money
.
There
's
next
year
and
all
the
years
of
my
life
.
If
I
pay
up
this
time
,
they
'll
raise
the
taxes
higher
next
time
till
they
drive
me
out
.
If
I
make
a
good
cotton
crop
,
they
'll
tax
it
till
I
'll
get
nothing
for
it
or
maybe
confiscate
it
outright
and
say
it
's
Confederate
cotton
.
The
Yankees
and
the
scoundrels
teamed
up
with
them
have
got
me
where
they
want
me
.
All
my
life
,
as
long
as
I
live
,
I
'll
be
afraid
they
'll
get
me
somehow
.
All
my
life
I
'll
be
scared
and
scrambling
for
money
and
working
myself
to
death
,
only
to
see
my
work
go
for
nothing
and
my
cotton
stolen
...
Just
borrowing
three
hundred
dollars
for
the
taxes
will
be
only
a
stopgap
.
What
I
want
is
to
get
out
of
this
fix
,
for
good
--
so
I
can
go
to
sleep
at
night
without
worrying
over
what
's
going
to
happen
to
me
tomorrow
,
and
next
month
,
and
next
year
.
"
Her
mind
ticked
on
steadily
.
Coldly
and
logically
an
idea
grew
in
her
brain
.
She
thought
of
Rhett
,
a
flash
of
white
teeth
against
swarthy
skin
,
sardonic
black
eyes
caressing
her
.
She
recalled
the
hot
night
in
Atlanta
,
close
to
the
end
of
the
siege
,
when
he
sat
on
Aunt
Pitty
's
porch
half
hidden
in
the
summer
darkness
,
and
she
felt
again
the
heat
of
his
hand
upon
her
arm
as
he
said
:
"
I
want
you
more
than
I
have
ever
wanted
any
woman
--
and
I
've
waited
longer
for
you
than
I
've
ever
waited
for
any
woman
.
"
"
I
'll
marry
him
,
"
she
thought
coolly
.
"
And
then
I
'll
never
have
to
bother
about
money
again
.
"
Oh
,
blessed
thought
,
sweeter
than
hope
of
Heaven
,
never
to
worry
about
money
again
,
to
know
that
Tara
was
safe
,
that
the
family
was
fed
and
clothed
,
that
she
would
never
again
have
to
bruise
herself
against
stone
walls
!
