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"
I
'm
not
interested
in
earrings
.
"
"
I
'll
give
you
a
mortgage
on
Tara
.
"
"
Now
just
what
would
I
do
with
a
farm
?
"
"
Well
,
you
could
--
you
could
--
it
's
a
good
plantation
.
And
you
would
n't
lose
.
I
'd
pay
you
back
out
of
next
year
's
cotton
.
"
"
I
'm
not
so
sure
.
"
He
tilted
back
in
his
chair
and
stuck
his
hands
in
his
pockets
.
"
Cotton
prices
are
dropping
.
Times
are
so
hard
and
money
's
so
tight
.
"
"
Oh
,
Rhett
,
you
are
teasing
me
!
You
know
you
have
millions
!
"
There
was
a
warm
dancing
malice
in
his
eyes
as
he
surveyed
her
.
"
So
everything
is
going
nicely
and
you
do
n't
need
the
money
very
badly
.
Well
,
I
'm
glad
to
hear
that
.
I
like
to
know
that
all
is
well
with
old
friends
.
"
"
Oh
,
Rhett
,
for
God
's
sake
...
"
she
began
desperately
,
her
courage
and
control
breaking
.
"
Do
lower
your
voice
.
You
do
n't
want
the
Yankees
to
hear
you
,
I
hope
.
Did
anyone
ever
tell
you
you
had
eyes
like
a
cat
--
a
cat
in
the
dark
?
"
