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"
That
's
why
I
'm
laughing
.
I
wonder
if
anyone
but
me
realizes
what
goes
on
in
that
head
back
of
your
deceptively
sweet
face
.
"
"
Well
,
who
cares
?
Listen
,
Rhett
,
and
see
if
this
does
n't
sound
like
good
business
to
you
.
Frank
told
me
about
this
man
who
has
a
sawmill
,
a
little
one
out
Peachtree
road
,
and
he
wants
to
sell
it
.
He
's
got
to
have
cash
money
pretty
quick
and
he
'll
sell
it
cheap
.
There
are
n't
many
sawmills
around
here
now
,
and
the
way
people
are
rebuilding
--
why
,
we
could
sell
lumber
sky
high
.
The
man
will
stay
and
run
the
mill
for
a
wage
.
Frank
told
me
about
it
.
Frank
would
buy
the
mill
himself
if
he
had
the
money
.
I
guess
he
was
intending
buying
it
with
the
money
he
gave
me
for
the
taxes
.
"
"
Poor
Frank
!
What
is
he
going
to
say
when
you
tell
him
you
've
bought
it
yourself
right
out
from
under
him
?
And
how
are
you
going
to
explain
my
lending
you
the
money
without
compromising
your
reputation
?
"
Scarlett
had
given
no
thought
to
this
,
so
intent
was
she
upon
the
money
the
mill
would
bring
in
.
"
Well
,
I
just
wo
n't
tell
him
.
"
"
He
'll
know
you
did
n't
pick
it
off
a
bush
.
"
"
I
'll
tell
him
--
why
,
yes
,
I
'll
tell
him
I
sold
you
my
diamond
earbobs
.
And
I
will
give
them
to
you
,
too
.
That
'll
be
my
collat
--
my
whatchucallit
.
"
"
I
would
n't
take
your
earbobs
.
"
"
I
do
n't
want
them
.
I
do
n't
like
them
.
They
are
n't
really
mine
,
anyway
.
"
