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Raging
as
she
was
at
his
attack
on
Ashley
,
she
would
have
given
anything
to
spit
on
him
and
throw
his
offer
of
money
proudly
into
his
mocking
face
.
For
a
moment
she
almost
did
,
but
the
cold
hand
of
common
sense
held
her
back
.
She
swallowed
her
anger
with
poor
grace
and
tried
to
assume
an
expression
of
pleasant
dignity
.
He
leaned
back
in
his
chair
,
stretching
his
legs
toward
the
stove
.
"
If
there
's
one
thing
in
the
world
that
gives
me
more
amusement
than
anything
else
,
"
he
remarked
,
"
it
's
the
sight
of
your
mental
struggles
when
a
matter
of
principle
is
laid
up
against
something
practical
like
money
.
Of
course
,
I
know
the
practical
in
you
will
always
win
,
but
I
keep
hanging
around
to
see
if
your
better
nature
wo
n't
triumph
some
day
.
And
when
that
day
comes
I
shall
pack
my
bag
and
leave
Atlanta
forever
.
There
are
too
many
women
whose
better
natures
are
always
triumphing
...
Well
,
let
's
get
back
to
business
.
How
much
and
what
for
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
quite
how
much
I
'll
need
,
"
she
said
sulkily
.
"
But
I
want
to
buy
a
sawmill
--
and
I
think
I
can
get
it
cheap
.
And
I
'll
need
two
wagons
and
two
mules
.
I
want
good
mules
,
too
.
And
a
horse
and
buggy
for
my
own
use
.
"
"
A
sawmill
?
"
"
Yes
,
and
if
you
'll
lend
me
the
money
,
I
'll
give
you
a
half-interest
in
it
.
"
"
Whatever
would
I
do
with
a
sawmill
?
"
"
Make
money
!
We
can
make
loads
of
money
.
Or
I
'll
pay
you
interest
on
the
loan
--
let
's
see
,
what
is
good
interest
?
"
"
Fifty
per
cent
is
considered
very
fine
.
"
"
Fifty
--
oh
,
but
you
are
joking
!
Stop
laughing
,
you
devil
.
I
'm
serious
.
"
