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"
Yes
,
I
expect
to
make
my
exit
from
here
at
the
rope
's
end
.
"
"
They
wo
n't
really
hang
you
?
"
"
They
will
if
they
can
get
a
little
more
evidence
against
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
Rhett
!
"
she
cried
,
her
hand
at
her
heart
.
"
Would
you
be
sorry
?
If
you
are
sorry
enough
,
I
'll
mention
you
in
my
will
.
"
His
dark
eyes
laughed
at
her
recklessly
and
he
squeezed
her
hand
.
His
will
!
She
hastily
cast
down
her
eyes
for
fear
of
betrayal
but
not
swiftly
enough
,
for
his
eyes
gleamed
,
suddenly
curious
.
"
According
to
the
Yankees
,
I
ought
to
have
a
fine
will
.
There
seems
to
be
considerable
interest
in
my
finances
at
present
.
Every
day
,
I
am
hauled
up
before
another
board
of
inquiry
and
asked
foolish
questions
.
The
rumor
seems
current
that
I
made
off
with
the
mythical
gold
of
the
Confederacy
.
"
"
Well
--
did
you
?
"
"
What
a
leading
question
!
You
know
as
well
as
I
do
that
the
Confederacy
ran
a
printing
press
instead
of
a
mint
.
"
