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"
Do
you
think
I
'd
sell
Pa
's
watch
?
"
"
Yas
'm
--
ef
you
needed
de
money
.
"
"
You
ought
to
be
beat
for
that
,
Pork
.
I
've
a
mind
to
take
the
watch
back
.
"
"
No
'm
,
you
ain
'
!
"
The
first
faint
smile
of
the
day
showed
on
Pork
's
grief-worn
face
.
"
Ah
knows
you
--
An
'
Miss
Scarlett
--
"
"
Yes
,
Pork
?
"
"
Ef
you
wuz
jes
'
half
as
nice
ter
w
'
ite
folks
as
you
is
ter
niggers
,
Ah
spec
de
worl
'
would
treat
you
better
.
"
"
It
treats
me
well
enough
,
"
she
said
.
"
Now
,
go
find
Mr.
Ashley
and
tell
him
I
want
to
see
him
here
,
right
away
.
"
Ashley
sat
on
Ellen
's
little
writing
chair
,
his
long
body
dwarfing
the
frail
bit
of
furniture
while
Scarlett
offered
him
a
half-interest
in
the
mill
.
Not
once
did
his
eyes
meet
hers
and
he
spoke
no
word
of
interruption
.
He
sat
looking
down
at
his
hands
,
turning
them
over
slowly
,
inspecting
first
palms
and
then
backs
,
as
though
he
had
never
seen
them
before
.
Despite
hard
work
,
they
were
still
slender
and
sensitive
looking
and
remarkably
well
tended
for
a
farmer
's
hands
.
His
bowed
head
and
silence
disturbed
her
a
little
and
she
redoubled
her
efforts
to
make
the
mill
sound
attractive
.
She
brought
to
bear
,
too
,
all
the
charm
of
smile
and
glance
she
possessed
but
they
were
wasted
,
for
he
did
not
raise
his
eyes
.
If
he
would
only
look
at
her
!
She
made
no
mention
of
the
information
Will
had
given
her
of
Ashley
's
determination
to
go
North
and
spoke
with
the
outward
assumption
that
no
obstacle
stood
in
the
way
of
his
agreement
with
her
plan
.
Still
he
did
not
speak
and
finally
,
her
words
trailed
into
silence
.
There
was
a
determined
squareness
about
his
slender
shoulders
that
alarmed
her
.
Surely
he
would
n't
refuse
!
What
earthly
reason
could
he
have
for
refusing
?
