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"
Half
the
money
is
honestly
mine
,
"
he
continued
,
"
honestly
made
with
the
aid
of
honest
Union
patriots
who
were
willing
to
sell
out
the
Union
behind
its
back
--
for
one-hundred-per-cent
profit
on
their
goods
.
Part
I
made
out
of
my
little
investment
in
cotton
at
the
beginning
of
the
war
,
the
cotton
I
bought
cheap
and
sold
for
a
dollar
a
pound
when
the
British
mills
were
crying
for
it
.
Part
I
got
from
food
speculation
.
Why
should
I
let
the
Yankees
have
the
fruits
of
my
labor
?
But
the
rest
did
belong
to
the
Confederacy
.
It
came
from
Confederate
cotton
which
I
managed
to
run
through
the
blockade
and
sell
in
Liverpool
at
sky-high
prices
.
The
cotton
was
given
me
in
good
faith
to
buy
leather
and
rifles
and
machinery
with
.
And
it
was
taken
by
me
in
good
faith
to
buy
the
same
.
My
orders
were
to
leave
the
gold
in
English
banks
,
under
my
own
name
,
in
order
that
my
credit
would
be
good
.
You
remember
when
the
blockade
tightened
,
I
could
n't
get
a
boat
out
of
any
Confederate
port
or
into
one
,
so
there
the
money
stayed
in
England
.
What
should
I
have
done
?
Drawn
out
all
that
gold
from
English
banks
,
like
a
simpleton
,
and
tried
to
run
it
into
Wilmington
?
And
let
the
Yankees
capture
it
?
Was
it
my
fault
that
the
blockade
got
too
tight
?
Was
it
my
fault
that
our
Cause
failed
?
The
money
belonged
to
the
Confederacy
.
Well
,
there
is
no
Confederacy
now
--
though
you
'd
never
know
it
,
to
hear
some
people
talk
.
Whom
shall
I
give
the
money
to
?
The
Yankee
government
?
I
should
so
hate
for
people
to
think
me
a
thief
.
"
He
removed
a
leather
case
from
his
pocket
,
extracted
a
long
cigar
and
smelled
it
approvingly
,
meanwhile
watching
her
with
pseudo
anxiety
as
if
he
hung
on
her
words
.
Plague
take
him
,
she
thought
,
he
's
always
one
jump
ahead
of
me
.
There
is
always
something
wrong
with
his
arguments
but
I
never
can
put
my
finger
on
just
what
it
is
.
"
You
might
,
"
she
said
with
dignity
,
"
distribute
it
to
those
who
are
in
need
.
The
Confederacy
is
gone
but
there
are
plenty
of
Confederates
and
their
families
who
are
starving
.
"
He
threw
back
his
bead
and
laughed
rudely
.
"
You
are
never
so
charming
or
so
absurd
as
when
you
are
airing
some
hypocrisy
like
that
,
"
he
cried
in
frank
enjoyment
.
"
Always
tell
the
truth
,
Scarlett
.
You
ca
n't
lie
.
The
Irish
are
the
poorest
liars
in
the
world
.
Come
now
,
be
frank
.
You
never
gave
a
damn
about
the
late
lamented
Confederacy
and
you
care
less
about
the
starving
Confederates
.
You
'd
scream
in
protest
if
I
even
suggested
giving
away
all
the
money
unless
I
started
off
by
giving
you
the
lion
's
share
.
"
"
I
do
n't
want
your
money
,
"
she
began
,
trying
to
be
coldly
dignified
.
"
Oh
,
do
n't
you
!
Your
palm
is
itching
to
beat
the
band
this
minute
.
If
I
showed
you
a
quarter
,
you
'd
leap
on
it
.
"
"
If
you
have
come
here
to
insult
me
and
laugh
at
my
poverty
,
I
will
wish
you
good
day
,
"
she
retorted
,
trying
to
rid
her
lap
of
the
heavy
ledger
so
she
might
rise
and
make
her
words
more
impressive
.
Instantly
,
he
was
on
his
feet
bending
over
her
,
laughing
as
he
pushed
her
back
into
her
chair
.
