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There
was
a
semblance
of
order
in
the
front
of
the
store
,
where
tall
shelves
rose
into
the
gloom
stacked
with
bright
bolts
of
cloth
,
china
,
cooking
utensils
and
notions
.
But
in
the
back
,
behind
the
partition
,
chaos
reigned
.
Here
there
was
no
flooring
and
the
assorted
jumble
of
stock
was
piled
helter-skelter
on
the
hard-packed
earth
.
In
the
semi-darkness
she
saw
boxes
and
bales
of
goods
,
plows
and
harness
and
saddles
and
cheap
pine
coffins
.
Secondhand
furniture
,
ranging
from
cheap
gum
to
mahogany
and
rosewood
,
reared
up
in
the
gloom
,
and
the
rich
but
worn
brocade
and
horsehair
upholstery
gleamed
incongruously
in
the
dingy
surroundings
.
China
chambers
and
bowl
and
pitcher
sets
littered
the
floor
and
all
around
the
four
walls
were
deep
bins
,
so
dark
she
had
to
hold
the
lamp
directly
over
them
to
discover
they
contained
seeds
,
nails
,
bolts
and
carpenters
'
tools
.
"
I
'd
think
a
man
as
fussy
and
old
maidish
as
Frank
would
keep
things
tidier
,
"
she
thought
,
scrubbing
her
grimy
hands
with
her
handkerchief
.
"
This
place
is
a
pig
pen
.
What
a
way
to
run
a
store
!
If
he
'd
only
dust
up
this
stuff
and
put
it
out
in
front
where
folks
could
see
it
,
he
could
sell
things
much
quicker
.
"
And
if
his
stock
was
in
such
condition
,
what
must
n't
his
accounts
be
!
I
'll
look
at
his
account
book
now
,
she
thought
and
,
picking
up
the
lamp
,
she
went
into
the
front
of
the
store
.
Willie
,
the
counter
boy
,
was
reluctant
to
give
her
the
large
dirty-backed
ledger
.
It
was
obvious
that
,
young
as
he
was
,
he
shared
Frank
's
opinion
that
women
had
no
place
in
business
.
But
Scarlett
silenced
him
with
a
sharp
word
and
sent
him
out
to
get
his
dinner
.
She
felt
better
when
he
was
gone
,
for
his
disapproval
annoyed
her
,
and
she
settled
herself
in
a
split-bottomed
chair
by
the
roaring
stove
,
tucked
one
foot
under
her
and
spread
the
book
across
her
lap
.
It
was
dinner
time
and
the
streets
were
deserted
.
No
customers
called
and
she
had
the
store
to
herself
.
She
turned
the
pages
slowly
,
narrowly
scanning
the
rows
of
names
and
figures
written
in
Frank
's
cramped
copperplate
hand
.
It
was
just
as
she
had
expected
,
and
she
frowned
as
she
saw
this
newest
evidence
of
Frank
's
lack
of
business
sense
.
At
least
five
hundred
dollars
in
debts
,
some
of
them
months
old
,
were
set
down
against
the
names
of
people
she
knew
well
,
the
Merriwethers
and
the
Elsings
among
other
familiar
names
.
From
Frank
's
deprecatory
remarks
about
the
money
"
people
"
owed
him
,
she
had
imagined
the
sums
to
be
small
.
But
this
!
"
If
they
ca
n't
pay
,
why
do
they
keep
on
buying
?
"
she
thought
irritably
.
"
And
if
he
knows
they
ca
n't
pay
,
why
does
he
keep
on
selling
them
stuff
?
Lots
of
them
could
pay
if
he
'd
just
make
them
do
it
.
The
Elsings
certainly
could
if
they
could
give
Fanny
a
new
satin
dress
and
an
expensive
wedding
.
Frank
's
just
too
soft
hearted
,
and
people
take
advantage
of
him
.
Why
,
if
he
'd
collected
half
this
money
,
he
could
have
bought
the
sawmill
and
easily
spared
me
the
tax
money
,
too
.
"
Then
she
thought
:
"
Just
imagine
Frank
trying
to
operate
a
sawmill
!
God
's
nightgown
!
If
he
runs
this
store
like
a
charitable
institution
,
how
could
he
expect
to
make
money
on
a
mill
?
The
sheriff
would
have
it
in
a
month
.
Why
,
I
could
run
this
store
better
than
he
does
!
And
I
could
run
a
mill
better
than
he
could
,
even
if
I
do
n't
know
anything
about
the
lumber
business
!
"
A
startling
thought
this
,
that
a
woman
could
handle
business
matters
as
well
as
or
better
than
a
man
,
a
revolutionary
thought
to
Scarlett
who
had
been
reared
in
the
tradition
that
men
were
omniscient
and
women
none
too
bright
.
Of
course
,
she
had
discovered
that
this
was
not
altogether
true
but
the
pleasant
fiction
still
stuck
in
her
mind
.
Never
before
had
she
put
this
remarkable
idea
into
words
.
She
sat
quite
still
,
with
the
heavy
book
across
her
lap
,
her
mouth
a
little
open
with
surprise
,
thinking
that
during
the
lean
months
at
Tara
she
had
done
a
man
's
work
and
done
it
well
.
She
had
been
brought
up
to
believe
that
a
woman
alone
could
accomplish
nothing
,
yet
she
had
managed
the
plantation
without
men
to
help
her
until
Will
came
.
Why
,
why
,
her
mind
stuttered
,
I
believe
women
could
manage
everything
in
the
world
without
men
's
help
--
except
having
babies
,
and
God
knows
,
no
woman
in
her
right
mind
would
have
babies
if
she
could
help
it
.
