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"
The
money
?
"
"
Yes
,
the
money
the
Yankees
were
so
curious
about
.
Scarlett
,
it
was
n't
altogether
meanness
that
kept
me
from
giving
you
the
money
you
wanted
.
If
I
'd
drawn
a
draft
they
could
have
traced
it
somehow
and
I
doubt
if
you
'd
have
gotten
a
cent
.
My
only
hope
lay
in
doing
nothing
.
I
knew
the
money
was
pretty
safe
,
for
if
worst
came
to
worst
,
if
they
had
located
it
and
tried
to
take
it
away
from
me
,
I
would
have
named
every
Yankee
patriot
who
sold
me
bullets
and
machinery
during
the
war
.
Then
there
would
have
been
a
stink
,
for
some
of
them
are
high
up
in
Washington
now
.
In
fact
,
it
was
my
threat
to
unbosom
my
conscience
about
them
that
got
me
out
of
jail
.
I
--
"
"
Do
you
mean
you
--
you
actually
have
the
Confederate
gold
?
"
"
Not
all
of
it
.
Good
Heavens
,
no
!
There
must
be
fifty
or
more
ex-blockaders
who
have
plenty
salted
away
in
Nassau
and
England
and
Canada
.
We
will
be
pretty
unpopular
with
the
Confederates
who
were
n't
as
slick
as
we
were
.
I
have
got
close
to
half
a
million
.
Just
think
,
Scarlett
,
a
half-million
dollars
,
if
you
'd
only
restrained
your
fiery
nature
and
not
rushed
into
wedlock
again
!
"
A
half-million
dollars
.
She
felt
a
pang
of
almost
physical
sickness
at
the
thought
of
so
much
money
.
His
jeering
words
passed
over
her
head
and
she
did
not
even
hear
them
.
It
was
hard
to
believe
there
was
so
much
money
in
all
this
bitter
and
poverty-stricken
world
.
So
much
money
,
so
very
much
money
,
and
someone
else
had
it
,
someone
who
took
it
lightly
and
did
n't
need
it
.
And
she
had
only
a
sick
elderly
husband
and
this
dirty
,
piddling
,
little
store
between
her
and
a
hostile
world
.
It
was
n't
fair
that
a
reprobate
like
Rhett
Butler
should
have
so
much
and
she
,
who
carried
so
heavy
a
load
,
should
have
so
little
.
She
hated
him
,
sitting
there
in
his
dandified
attire
,
taunting
her
.
Well
,
she
would
n't
swell
his
conceit
by
complimenting
him
on
his
cleverness
.
She
longed
viciously
for
sharp
words
with
which
to
cut
him
.
"
I
suppose
you
think
it
's
honest
to
keep
the
Confederate
money
.
Well
,
it
is
n't
.
It
's
plain
out
and
out
stealing
and
you
know
it
.
I
would
n't
have
that
on
my
conscience
.
"
"
My
!
How
sour
the
grapes
are
today
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
screwing
up
his
face
.
"
And
just
whom
am
I
stealing
from
?
"
She
was
silent
,
trying
to
think
just
whom
indeed
.
After
all
,
he
had
only
done
what
Frank
had
done
on
a
small
scale
.
