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With
the
idea
that
she
was
as
capable
as
a
man
came
a
sudden
rush
of
pride
and
a
violent
longing
to
prove
it
,
to
make
money
for
herself
as
men
made
money
.
Money
which
would
be
her
own
,
which
she
would
neither
have
to
ask
for
nor
account
for
to
any
man
.
"
I
wish
I
had
money
enough
to
buy
that
mill
myself
,
"
she
said
aloud
and
sighed
.
"
I
'd
sure
make
it
hum
.
And
I
would
n't
let
even
one
splinter
go
out
on
credit
.
"
She
sighed
again
.
There
was
nowhere
she
could
get
any
money
,
so
the
idea
was
out
of
the
question
.
Frank
would
simply
have
to
collect
this
money
owing
him
and
buy
the
mill
.
It
was
a
sure
way
to
make
money
,
and
when
he
got
the
mill
,
she
would
certainly
find
some
way
to
make
him
be
more
businesslike
in
its
operation
than
he
had
been
with
the
store
.
She
pulled
a
back
page
out
of
the
ledger
and
began
copying
the
list
of
debtors
who
had
made
no
payments
in
several
months
.
She
'd
take
the
matter
up
with
Frank
just
as
soon
as
she
reached
home
.
She
'd
make
him
realize
that
these
people
had
to
pay
their
bills
even
if
they
were
old
friends
,
even
if
it
did
embarrass
him
to
press
them
for
money
.
That
would
probably
upset
Frank
,
for
he
was
timid
and
fond
of
the
approbation
of
his
friends
.
He
was
so
thin
skinned
he
'd
rather
lose
the
money
than
be
businesslike
about
collecting
it
.
And
he
'd
probably
tell
her
that
no
one
had
any
money
with
which
to
pay
him
.
Well
,
perhaps
that
was
true
.
Poverty
was
certainly
no
news
to
her
.
But
nearly
everybody
had
saved
some
silver
or
jewelry
or
was
hanging
on
to
a
little
real
estate
.
Frank
could
take
them
in
lieu
of
cash
.
She
could
imagine
how
Frank
would
moan
when
she
broached
such
an
idea
to
him
.
Take
the
jewelry
and
property
of
his
friends
!
Well
,
she
shrugged
,
he
can
moan
all
he
likes
.
I
'm
going
to
tell
him
that
he
may
be
willing
to
stay
poor
for
friendship
's
sake
but
I
'm
not
.
Frank
will
never
get
anywhere
if
he
does
n't
get
up
some
gumption
.
And
he
's
got
to
get
somewhere
!
He
's
got
to
make
money
,
even
if
I
've
got
to
wear
the
pants
in
the
family
to
make
him
do
.
She
was
writing
busily
,
her
face
screwed
up
with
the
effort
,
her
tongue
clamped
between
her
teeth
,
when
the
front
door
opened
and
a
great
draft
of
cold
wind
swept
the
store
.
A
tall
man
came
into
the
dingy
room
walking
with
a
light
Indian-like
tread
,
and
looking
up
she
saw
Rhett
Butler
.
He
was
resplendent
in
new
clothes
and
a
greatcoat
with
a
dashing
cape
thrown
back
from
his
heavy
shoulders
.
His
tall
hat
was
off
in
a
deep
bow
when
her
eyes
met
his
and
his
hand
went
to
the
bosom
of
a
spotless
pleated
shirt
.
His
white
teeth
gleamed
startlingly
against
his
brown
face
and
his
bold
eyes
raked
her
.
"
My
dear
Mrs.
Kennedy
,
"
he
said
,
walking
toward
her
.
"
My
very
dear
Mrs.
Kennedy
!
"
and
he
broke
into
a
loud
merry
laugh
.
